Edith Södergran: The Rose Altar
what do you press to your chest?
Do they resemble you
like these seas resemble
the ocean that cries in anger?
you throw yourself from beach to beach
in insatiable longing,
you pound during the night
on the iron plates of the Earth till they resound.
when your anger has cooled
you will brighten up again.
The New Year’s sun rises, pale, but triumphant out of your hiding places.
The stiff tongues of the waves sing all year long of the power of the roses.