Martinson's long, epic poem is a classic of its kind. The ideas and imagery of the poem set it apart, I think - it's a long, close, sad study of isolation and homelessness in space. That said, it's not always an easy read - perhaps this is a function of the translation, but the words themselves are often novel, the phrasing unclear.

Still one of the sci-fi classics though. Martinson should be better known in sci-fi circles than he is, I think.