The weak giants stand entwined
close so nothing will fall
The broken birch decomposes there
upright as a dogma
Excerpt from Tomas Tranströmer - Genom Skogen
(translated by yours truely)
Is this a scan from an MF picture or a digital capture? The shadows on the bough to the right have lost some of their tonality - or maybe it's Photoblog and the web's colour mapping.
That's a very recherché translation. I'm impressed.