Edith Södergran: The Shadow of the Future
Which is my homeland? Is it the distant, star-sprinkled Finland?
Indifferent. Low rocks, flip over on flat beaches.
I stand on your grey granite as if on certainty.
You certainty, you shall always sprinkle laurels and roses on my path.
I am the god who comes with victorious brow.
I am the blessed defeater of the past.