In early April, I spent five glorious days in Sweden, a country that has crept under my skin, in fact, flooded my mind. I miss Stockholm, where I had the fortune of spending a day. When in the town of Uppsala, I discovered the poetry of Nobel Laureate Tomas Transtromer, a native of Sweden. I've just ordered his last collection, 'The Deleted World' through The Book Depository. Has anyone read Transtromer before? LJ, May 7.