The characteristic

Edith Södergran: The September Lyre

Is God unfaithful?

Does he chase his boldest angels from Heaven?

No – I say:

He gave me honey and wormwood.

The tough, dark mass I poured out on the ground. The form lasted.

He gave me a dark red rose –

the smallest in the world.

It looks like no other –

and you can see it from far away on my white garment.