memories as ready-made dreams: Harry Martinson’s “Childhood Forest”

29 Jun

It was in the woods of summer where life played,

the evening deep with thrush and the heavens high with swallow.

Nothing came of all my dreams and fablings,

but the memory enlivens my life

and memories are ready-made dreams.

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