The shadow of the future

Edith Södergran: The Shadow of the Future

I sense the shadow of death.

I know that our fates lay in piles on the table of the Norns.

I know that not one drop of rain is sucked by the ground

without having been written in the book of eternal times.

I know as certainly as I know that the sun rises

that I shall never see the breathless moment it reaches the zenith.

 

The future casts its blessed shadows on me;

it is only streaming sun:

pierced by light I must die,

when I’ve trampled all chance events with my foot

I shall turn my back on life, smiling.