I've been re-reading some of his poems this week. I've added 'Haymarket Hall' to my list of best shopping poems. Here is a flavour from the market hall:
'you could buy clotted curd, sprats and river lamprey
light rye with caraway and heavy black bread
musk melon minuets
a mango tango, a kiwi twist
light rye sings a nostalgic ballad
about the homeland
which unlike bread
cannot be sliced.'
Kronbergs was born in 1946 and I suspect he knew a lot about sliced homelands. 'Time in Gotland' is a dialogue about the history of place names (and therefore political history) with a blind 90 year old woman. The narrator explains
'My parents came to Gotland at the beginning of 45 as refugees - in a fishing boat from Liepaja'
which he says was once called Libau ('the German name'). 'Reval is called Talinn now.' Königsberg is Kaliningrad [Russian]. The poem ends with the ironic
'But Riga is still Riga, isn't it?'
'August Preludes' is a clutch of 6 micro-poems. Here's number 4:
'We're bound to the past
Like autumn is to summer
Like water to thirst.'
(All quotations above translated by Mãra Rozitis)