WITHIN ME I CARRY MY PREVIOUS FACES, JUST AS A TREE
HAS IT'S ANNUAL RINGS

"My father and his siblings lost their parents early. He and his brother
were brought up by an old nurse named Emma Tranström. My father
wanted to keep the name Tranström, but for this he needed the express
permission of all the members of the family. Some of the family were
not traceable.
He solved the problem by adding the "er": Tranströmer.
His brother became religious and had thirteen children.
My father, the journalist Gösta Tranströmer, was a handsome man and
my mother’s great love for the whole of her life. They were divorced
when I was three years old. My mother came from a family who had
been marine pilots on the island of Runmarö for centuries. In 1890
my grandfather Carl Helmer Westerberg built "The Blue House" where
I spent all my summers. My grandmother Maria had six children. She
was ambitious and saw to it that the four who survived received a good
education.
The pilot's daughters were all named after Finnish boats:
Helmy, Nelly and Lilly. I've described their lives in the poem "The Baltic
Sea".
My parents and I lived on Swedenborgsgatan in the south of Stockholm
until the divorce. Then I moved to Folkungagatan with my mother. She
was deeply religious in a totally non-missionary sort of way;
a dedicated
teacher at the Hedvig Eleonora School on Östermalm to which she
and walked every day.
My background was lower middle-class with an
artistic inclination. Music and books were a constant feature. My father
had an exciting circle of friends and I grew up in a stimulating milieu.
I learned to read from the pages of Norstedt's encyclopedia and was a
passionate reader from an early age. When I was five years old I learnt
to write, but my imagination demanded a faster way of expression. So
I drew continuously throughout my childhood. School was no fun. My
main occupation at the Katarina Norra Public School was to sit still at my
desk, cutting up coloured paper. I already knew how to read and write.
The free time was wonderful. I decided to become an explorer and my
scientific interests led to my investigating the whole of Runmarö which
is quite a sizeable island.
I discovered just how much life there is on the
ground. I had discovered a great mystery.
Early on I began to collect bugs and I still have some of my collection. I
thought about becoming an entomologist in Africa and of discovering
new species instead of charting new deserts. Senior school, Södra Latin
– that fortress of sighs, was an awful experience: everything was as
exaggeratedly masculine as a monastery or a military barracks.
Some of the teachers were confirmed Nazis. Though there were a few
bright sparks. The pervading atmosphere at the Södra Latin School has
been immortalized in the film "Hets" (persecution) that was shot in the
school. We pupils appeared as extras in the film.
During my final school years my interest in science weakened. Music,
especially playing the piano, became my primary interest. During high
school I was greatly inspired by writing friends. I began to write and to
read poetry. And I started writing modernistic poetry.
I wrote my first poem at seventeen. Horatius in Latin, with that author’s
wonderful metric precision. Two Horatian verse forms, the Sapphic
and the Alcaic, began to find their way into my own writing. The school
paper "Loke" published my first creation.
In 1990 I suffered a stroke. It took my speech and the movement of
the right half of my body. I have continued to write but now work with
short concentrated poems. This takes much power and energy. I find
relaxation in music. I have discovered a lot of left hand piano music that I
play daily. Today, music is more important than ever.."
Excerpted from the book
SVENSKA FÖRFATTARE (Swedish Writers)
100 PORTRÄTT I BILD OCH ORD (100 portraits in images and
words)
by EWA RUDLING
BOKFÖRLAGET LANGENSKIÖLD 2008