Spruce in Snow, oil on canvas

Weary of all who come with words, words but no language
I make my way to the snow-covered island.
The untamed has no words.
The unwritten pages spread out on every side!
I come upon the tracks of deer in the snow.
Language but no words.

Tomas Tranströmer: From March 1979

Spruce in Snow, oil on canvas, 2023