desolate clang of an empty milk churn: Martinson’s “Göinge” and the hard life

29 Jun


When credit ran out there remained

the desolate clang of an empty milk churn

the bell of bitterness

in the emigrant’s awkward dream

of the West.

The wind sighs now to no one.

The crofts died suddenly among their lilies.

But the chimney walls still wheeze.

And the nettles are in bloom.

— Harry Martinson, “Göinge”

2 Responses to “desolate clang of an empty milk churn: Martinson’s “Göinge” and the hard life”

  1. Heather June 30, 2013 at 00:17 #

    Lovely. I keep looking for short poems that “catch” me, and the ones I write keep getting longer and longer (though I think it is because I am trying to figure something out). I need to reread this or find more of his work.

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