The parade of horror

Edith Södergran: The Rose Altar

Courage is the highest, I tell you.

God’s angels fight with us,

God’s kingdom stands on our strong side.

Unfold your red heart

so you can see the shining engraving.

The angels grasp our banners.


What parade, horrific as if you yourself were led to the grave –

The dead walk with us, they grasp their wreaths,

they hurry up.

All scares, the greatest fear of prosperity

squeezed together in one sole breast!

You can only desire this parade,

your happiness is way too great!