The stars are swarming

Edith Södergran: The Shadow of the Future

The stars rise. The stars swarm. Strange evening.

A thousand hands lift the veil off the face of the new epoch.

The new epoch looks down upon the Earth: melting hot glances.

Madness runs quietly in the hearts of people.

Yellow stupidities embrace the thresholds of people with the sufferings of young vines.

People open their windows to a new longing.

People forget everything on Earth in order to listen to a voice singing high above:

every star throws its contribution to the Earth with skilled hands:

cold hard cash.

From every star streams contagion over creation:

the new disease, the great happiness.