The Under Secretary leans forward and draws an X <br />and her ear-drops dangle like swords of Damocles. <br /> <br />As a mottled butterfly is invisible against the ground <br />so the demon merges with the opened newspaper. <br /> <br />A helmet worn by no one has taken power. <br />The mother-turtle flees flying under the water. <br /> <br /> <br /> translated by Robin Fulton <br />'New and Collected Poems', 1997, Bloodaxe Books<br /><br />Tomas Tranströmer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/national-insecurity/
