A good place to start is the poetry of Jaan Kaplinski, who died five years ago today. Kaplinski is often spoken of as a Zen Buddhist poet or as obsessed with ancient cultures but this is misleading, making him sound esoteric and obscure. As a poem by Kaplinski puts it: ‘I could not go to Sweden; so I have come to this forest.’ No one has written about such things with more haunting precision than Jaan Kaplinski. A second self thinks of tiredness,of how the garden is tired, the house is tired,the bushes are tired, the flowerbeds are tired,you yourself are tired, tired of life, existence,expectation, of getting up and goinginto that tired world.