The Earth was turned into a pile of ashes

Edith Södergran: The Rose Altar

The Earth was turned into a pile of ashes.

In garments of penitence

I sit on it in a light mood and dream.

Oh my ecstatic dreams!

I am strong,

for I have arisen from the marble bed of death.

Death – I looked into your face, I held you at bay.

Death – your hugs aren’t cold, I myself am fire.

Who is God? What has he done to us?

Do not jest! He is near.

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From silver cups I pour on the Earth a lust

which makes the dreams of Aphrodite fade.