Tired of all who come with words,Tomas Tranströmer

Tired of all who come with words,

words but no language,

I went to the snow-covered island.

The wild does not have words.

The unwritten pages spread themselves out in all directions!

I come across the marks of roe-deer's hooves in the snow.Language, but no words.

Ah, not to be cut off,R.M.Rilke

Ah, not to be cut off,

not through the slightest partition

shut out from the law of the stars.

The inner-what is it?

if not intensified sky,

hurled through with birds and deep

with the winds of homecoming