"In the silence he hears an answer coming.
From far away. A kind of coarse child's voice.
It rises, a bellowing from the hill.
A roar of mingled notes.
A long-hoarse trumpet from the Iron Age.
Perhaps from inside himself."*
[*last two verses from "Downpour over the Interior" by Tomas TRANSTROMER, 1966...translated from the swedish by Robin Fulton, 1972]