Creator figures

Edith Södergran: The Shadow of the Future

My heart of iron wants to sing its song.

Force, force

the sea of people,

shape, shape

the great mass of people

for the joy of gods.

Rocking in loose saddles we come,

the unknown, improvident, strong.

Does the wind carry us ahead?

Like scorning laughter our voices sound from afar, from afar…