A (Scheduled) Visit to the Hospital
The sedatives I was given (Demerol and something else, I forget what) left me with a sweet, stupid, happy glow.
I've been reading The Great Enigma: New Collected Poems (New Directions, 2006) by the Swedish poet Tomas Transtromer. The translation is by Robin Fulton and it's a good one, or seems to be––I don't know Swedish so my basis for judging the quality of the translation is the simple fact that I like the poems as rendered in English. Anyway, here are a couple nice lines from the poem "Allegro":
I play Haydn after a black day
and feel a simple warmth in my hands.
Note: Yes, I know that Transtromer's last name has an umlaut over the "o", and I know my computer can make that umlaut appear onscreen, but (i) I don't know how to make that happen and (ii) I am too sweet, stupid and happy right now to figure it out.