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.