| Words but no language |  |
| By Tomas Transtromer (Nobel Prize 2011) | |||
| Friday, 07 October 2011 | |||
| Weary of all who come with words, words but no language I make my way to the snow-covered island. The untamed has no words. The unwritten pages spread out on every side! I come upon the tracks of deer in the snow. Language but no words.
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