Letter from my sister

Edith Södergran: The Rose Altar

Letter from my sister.

What can letters say

when I see you!

Does the hair not fall lightly around you in golden waves

when you enter

to tell me about your life?

Do the awestruck folds of your dress not harden when you leave?

The Earth carries you.

- - - - - - - - -

Why can all eyes not see,

why she pours off the gods’ well with one hand?

Sister, my sister.

I received your image.