Here’s an offering for our October CommQuote from recently crowned Nobel laureate, Tomas Transtromer.
The Scattered Congregation
We got ready and showed our home.
The visitor thought: you live well.
The slum must be inside you.
Inside the church, pillars and vaulting
white as plaster, like the cast
around the broken arm of faith.
Inside the church there’s a begging bowl
that slowly lifts from the floor
and floats along the pews.
But the church bells have gone underground.
They’re hanging in the sewage pipes.
Whenever we take a step, they ring.
Nicodemus the sleepwalker is on his way
to the Address. Who’s got the Address?
Don’t know. But that’s where we’re going.
—Tomas Transtromer:Selected Poems, 1954-1986, edited by Robert Hass, Ecco Press, 1987