Two truths draw nearer each other. One moves from inside, one moves from outside
and where they meet we have a chance to see ourselves.

He who notices what is happening cries despairingly: “Stop!
Whatever you like, if only I avoid knowing myself.”

And there is a boat that wants to put in—it tries just here—
thousands of times it comes and tries.

Out of the forest gloom comes a long boat hook, it is pushed in through the open window
in among the party guests who danced themselves warm.

Tomas Tranströmer, “Preludes”, in Seeing in the Dark, in The Great Engima: New Collected Poems, translated by Robin Fulton