Like most aging ex-English majors/literati caught up in just trying to stay afloat in this crazy economy, its hard enough to find the time to read much less stay abreast with the world of great literature. I heard about this Swedish poet who recently won the Nobel on NPR's "All Things Considered." Curious, I did an online search. The first poem (happened to be the one this collection is named for) and I was hooked. I have two volumes now, this one being my favorite. In these frantic, digitized, vampiric times, Transtromer's poems are an oasis of green pastures and still waters. And even though they are, in the words of English translator Robert Bly's excellent introduction to this volume, "mysterious because the images have traveled a long way to get here" they remain, at least I found them, curiously accessible. If you aren't into poetry (we should all make ourselves dabble at least as a intellectual and spiritual discipline) this book is worth giving a try. Put it by your bedside and, after prayers or even along with them, read one every night before turning off the light. (BTW, I am a Christian who takes Jesus, the Bible, the Church and my faith very seriously. I am not precisely sure where Transtromer is coming from in relation to spiritual matters, but his is at least, to paraphrase O'Connor, a very Christ and Holy Spirit-haunted world.