Edith Södergran: The Rose Altar

Oh Dionysos, you come from the distant heavenly spaces with the horses of the sun.

The Earth waits teary-eyed like a woman in prayer.

Oh Dionysos, Dionysos!

over our heads we hear the roar of the hooves of your horses.

Liberation, liberation,

sing the fresh reins.

Oh Dionysos, Dionysos,

I cling to your horses,

with madness-stricken hands I cling to your chariot’s wheels.

The madness-stricken can do anything.

Like a ray of spring sun I descend into your chariot.

Around us there is only the spring-blue space.

When bird choirs cheer over the Earth,

your horses move like the storm.

All heavenly spaces sing resurrection.