Our sisters wear multi-coloured garments

Edith Södergran: Poems

Our sisters wear multi-coloured garments,

our sisters stand near the water and sing,

our sisters sit on rocks and wait,

they have water and air in their baskets

and call it flowers.

But I throw my arms around a cross and cry.

I was once as soft as a sap green leaf

and hung high in the blue air,

when two blades were crossed inside me

and a victorious master led me to his lips.

His hardness was so tender that I didn’t break,

he fastened a shining star on my brow

and left me trembling with tears

on an island called winter. –