Edith Södergran: The Rose Altar
I visited the philosopher’s house
and understood that he was happy…
But my fairytale castles
on fragile inexplicable pillars.
Oh, fairytale castles,
into golden gravel
I love you way too dearly – die!
I’ll rebuild you
to kill you – way too beautiful.
once you will stand on the Earth…
Then I will gravely remove the hammer and the chisel…
The world comes to an end for me…