Edith Södergran: The Rose Altar
I will light my torches all over the Earth.
My torch shall stand
on each and every nightly farm
in the Alps, where the air is a blessing,
in the tundra, where the sky is melancholy.
Oh my torch, shine for the shocked,
the teary-eyed, the darkened, the polluted.
A mild god reaches out his hand for you:
humans can’t survive a second without beauty.