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.