Silvery moonlit night,the blueing night ripples,glistening ripples without numberfollow each after the other.Shadows fall on the road,the bushes on the beach cry quietly,black giants guard the silver of the beach.The deep stillness in the midst of summer,sleep and dream –the moon […]
Edith Södergran: The Old House
Where new eyes look at old timesas strangers without a heart…I long towards my old graves,my melancholy greatness cries bitter tearswhich nobody sees.I live incessantly in the sweetness of old daysamong strangers who build new citieson blue hills up against the […]
Edith Södergran: The Day Turns Cool
I.The day turns cool towards evening…Drink the warmth of my hand,my hand has the warm blood of springtime.Take my hand, take my white arm,take the longing of my shoulders…Wondrous to feel,one sole night, a night like this,your heavy head on my […]