Reading over this review I wrote of Tomas Tranströmer's second collected poems in 2011, it rather seems I was alluding to the volume being a pre-eulogy, and so reading it now, just after the great poet's death, it feels appropriate to repost it, in tribute to his life's writing.
".... Mortality has always been a fundamental theme of Tranströmer’s work and in the tone and subject of these slight poems, one could even compare these final works to that of the Buddhist monk’s death poems, solemn, accepting and imperceptibly wry.
The funerals keep coming
more and more of them
like the traffic signs as we approach the city"