Edith Södergran: The Shadow of the Future
Soon I will stretch out on my bed,
small genies shall cover me in white veils
and red roses they shall lay on my stretcher.
I die – for I am way too happy.
In a state of blissfulness I even bite my shroud.
My foot shall curl blissfully in my white shoes
and when my heart stops – it shall be rocked to rest by pleasure.
Lead my stretcher out on the square –
here lies the blissfulness of the Earth.