Tomas Transtromer, the 2011 Nobel Prize winner for Literature, is a poet of the interior. His descriptive verse is of scenes between people, between nature where the reality of the living being encompasses the setting with the latter enhancing the former.
Usually I hate the type of poet who only paints a picture of the scene using only the barest of words forcing the reader to meet him somewhere and giving off no meaning, only mood but Transtromer is able to transcend this. He shows us some truth, he can delve into the guts of a scene.
In the end, Transtromer’s Nobel prize win is good because it brings recognition to poetry an art form no longer in the public eye as much as others. Good for him and good for poetry!