From Selected Poems, by Tomas Tranströmer, and edited by Robert HassMEMORIES WATCHING ME
"A morning in June when its too early yet
to wake, and still too late to go back to sleep.
I must go out through greenery that's crammed
with memories, that follow me with their eyes.
They are not visible, wholly dissolve
into background, perfect chameleons.
They are so close that I can hear them breathe
although the singing of birds is deafening."
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