«II. A Difficult, Formative Childhood Martinson’s childhood was difficult to say the least, and it is a period of his life that he frequently ...»
It moved in periods unimaginably small for time and space but still with time and space enough for the least of the small.
In fact it found it had ample room and time.
It moved in cycles of nanoseconds and microspaces from white light and the colors of the spectrum and back to white light.
A kind of breathing for light.
The photons breathed and pulsated with one another, alternating signs and levels.
So the light kept going in spectral balance from dense light to split and back to dense light and split, in spectral cycles infinitely repeated.
It was like a play of fans, in keeping with the same law that holds for rainbows, but with spread and folded fans alternating with one another in keeping with the law of light inscribed in them.
It was the light when it dances enclosed when it is not traveling abroad and seen.
It belongs to the nature of light that it can be shut in and still not die out in its movement that it preserves itself thus in the darkness as thought, intent and aptitude, that it remembers its changes and performs its dance, its interplay.
With this art the light keeps together the innumerable swarms of matter and sings with light's spectral wings the endless song in honor of the fullness of the world.
By Harry Martinson From Dikter om ljus och mörker, 1971 Translated by Stephen Klass Published with the permission of Eva Martinson