Something inexplicable is approaching us

Edith Södergran: The Rose Altar

Who can love you, sister?

Won’t a god with darkened face embrace you with his arms?

Doesn’t he stand at the foot of the bed when you doze?

Shall our eyes see him, sister?

Didn’t we live in the fairytale, where everything impossible is possible,

didn’t I say so, oh sister?

Doesn’t the statue of beauty mock us, the one which the roses crumble around?

Doesn’t these lips promise you everything on Earth?

Does this brow not know that something inexplicable is approaching us?