The planets

Edith Södergran: The Shadow of the Future

Wild earth rolling forwards in burning, cutting spaces,

happy when the air whips your cheek,

happy when speed revolves around you.

The planets only want the speed of their orbit.

The beaches of the All blink like question marks.

Hastier, quicker, more and more merciless, basking in strange fates,

the countless host of the planets toll past

towards a gleam of light in the west –

the only marked way of opportunity.