The gods are coming...

Edith Södergran: The Rose Altar

Humans know but little of themselves,

they believe they are as poor as they show themselves in life,

they know not at all that the gods live in their chests,



The gods laugh. Life is theirs.

They drive the wagon with the glowing horses.

A queen sits so lovely in there,

the people will only in whispers mention her name.


Humans, kneel. The gods are coming.

The gods rise out of earth-bound brows,

the gods lift all the world up towards themselves.