The Man Who Awoke with Singing over the Roofs
--Tomas Tranströmer 

Morning. May rain. The city is still quiet
as a mountain hamlet. The streets quiet. And in
the sky a bluish-green aero-engine rumbles.—
....................The window is open. 

The dream where the sleeper is lying prostrate
turns transparent. He stirs, begins
groping for attention’s instrument—
....................almost in space.