Uneasy dreams

Edith Södergran: Poems

Far away from happiness I lie asleep on an island in the sea.

The fogs rise and fall and the wind shifts,

I dream uneasy dreams about wars and bacchanals,

and that my beloved stands on a ship and watches

the flying swallows and feels no longing!

There’s something heavy inside of him which cannot move,

he sees the ship slide by into the unwilling future,

the sharp keel cuts itself into the unwilling fate,

wings carry him into the land where all that he does is in vain,

in the land of empty, idle days far away from fate…