The torches

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.