The god-child

Edith Södergran: The Rose Altar

The god-child sat with me.

The golden lyre sang under my hands.

The god-child stare towards endless twilight hours.

The song circles around her head with outstretched wings.

What do you see in the song?

It is your own future rising

out of frozen twilight hours,

your own tempting, calling, biting future.