On Some Lines by Tranströmer

I find myself in the deep corridor that would have been dark if my right hand wasn’t shining like a torch. — Tomas Tranströmer One of those idle hours I did not want To participate in “group,” when it seemed Impossible I’d know a word to haunt Again, or make me laugh, or spur that dream To roam myself the ranges of the tongue; When on that ward I thought not one aspect Of anything, no matter how strong, strange, Or keen, could sharpen the “blunted affect” Even electric shock had no effect on    ... During one such despondent interval I read these lines from his New Directions New collected poems, and the verbal Sequence somehow composed the correct code To unlock feeling:corridor, right hand, Dark