Edith Södergran: Poems

God is a bed we rest on in the All

pure as angels, with saintly blue eyes that answer the greetings of the stars;

god is a pillow we rest the head on, god is a support for our feet;

god is a power supply and a virginal darkness;

god is the pure soul of the unseen and the rotten body of the unthought;

god is the stillwater of eternity;

god is the fertile seed of the void and the handful of ashes from the burnt out worlds;

god is the myriads of insects and the ecstasy of the roses;

god is an empty swing between the void and the All;

god is a prison for all free souls;

god is a harp for the hand of the strongest wrath;

god is what longing can cause to descend to the Earth.