Tomas Tranströmer and the Human Ear
--Robert Bly 
Somewhere there’s a rock pile in a field.
Some trees grow between the rocks.
Farmers learn to plow around it.
It’s a power generator for silence. 
When this man lifts his sly, amused eyes
Some new sort of speech appears on the paper.
One equation makes the Pacific trenches
Equal to the porches of the human ear. 
Sometimes a spy passes a blank paper
Alone in his room through the Solution.
His poems resemble the way Euclid
Found the solution to the Third Theorem.

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