Edith Södergran: The Shadow of the Future
Night which calls, I play throw and catch with you
- my foul dice.
My hand is heavy and fearless, with evil power
does it play its game, which never denies help.
My dice falls heavy with fate.
Hail, the way of power goes through the underworld.
Through the narrowest ravines of the underworld goes anyone who seek the wreath that doesn’t wither.