Edith Södergran: The Rose Altar
Nights and days
I lay in the hammock of the fairies
and dream of strange things.
The heart was never born who could love me:
he will never overstep the threshold of reality.
shines through my nights’
thin fairytale mist.
I cannot love, I cannot give up my vast heart…
But once I will lie with the best son of the world…
A small child
shall at my stone-breast
drink the strongest milk of the Earth.
Him I’ll call – Diana’s gift.