In the hammock of the fairies

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.

Diana’s lamp

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.