In the darkness

Edith Södergran: The Rose Altar

I didn’t find love. I met nobody.

Trembling I passed Zarathustra’s grave in the autumn nights:

who on Earth listens to me anymore?

Then an arm were laid lightly around my waist –

I found a sister…

I took her golden locks –

is it you, impossible one?

Is it you?

I see her face and doubt…

Do the gods play such games with us?