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.