The chalice of suffering

Edith Södergran: The Rose Altar

The chalice of suffering must be grasped by weaker hands

and led to paler lips,

my victory lips don’t miss it.


But – no.

In my heart dark giants still sit

with hard fists of stone.

Once they’ll step out of their twilight darkness –

they call you – pain.

Spark-hammer – hit the stone’s image.

Cut out my soul

so it can find words which never sat on human tongues.