Amazement took up the yellow tram, on the steep sidewalks, the streets of Alfama, in white clothes hanging on clotheslines. “Is it true or just a dream ?, so my parting in the poem to which he gave the name” Lisbon “, the result of travels around the world of Swedish origin dreamer who in 2011 received the Nobel Prize for Literature, and also pass the pearl Atlantic, raw material for the verses of “Funchal”. “Poetry is no more than a dream awake,” justified then the daily El Pais in writing tradition followed for decades by the author born in 1931 in Stockholm.
The complimentary voices highlighted then when the trophy went to the house, almost forty years after the last Swedish winner, the most lyrical of Scandinavia, the fact of not having isolated in Nordic languages, and a vitality that did not stop paying attention to social issues. In 2012, arrived by Water Watch, “50 Poems” while the Sextant edited “My memories watching me,” the only book of prose “The Grand Old Swede” as it was known. The work includes some of the first author of poems, whose death was confirmed yesterday by its editors.
“Poems and Prose – 1954-2004″, launched in the country in the year that the Academy awarded him the distinction, is the last writer of the book dealt with the mysteries the human mind surrealistic way, managing the metaphors with mastery, and standing among the most respected names in the letters of the post-World War II.
In 1990, a stroke undertook his speech and movements. Half-paralyzed, unable to write with his hand, Tomas poured the aid of the woman, Monica, to continue to dream in words. Music fan, also continued with the piano, playing every day, using the left hand.
With the parents, a teacher and a journalist, soon divorced, Transtörmer spent most of the time with her mother. He began writing poems in school and, after making reach its production debut a few newspapers, saw the first book “17 Poems” published at 23, by Bonniers, a leading publisher of Sweden, with which he maintained the bond.
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