Edith Södergran: Poems
I saw a tree that was larger than all others
and full of inaccessible cones,
I saw a large church with open doors
and all the ones coming out were pale, strong,
ready to die;
I saw a woman, smiling and greasepainted
throwing dice over her happiness,
and I saw her lose.
Around these things were drawn a circle
none can transgress.