Edith Södergran: The Shadow of the Future
The heavenly angels sing down to the Earth: rip the curtain of death to pieces, rip it down!
A woman lies in the black room of sorrow.
Large candles burn around her stretcher.
On her face glows a longing for life
as if her hands would fold in prayer.
It is silent, only the night walks around with careful steps.
Suddenly a red fire flames up over the dead: what is it?
It is silent in the room.
Angels sing: black walls, crumble!
Let the coffin stand pardoned in the blue heavenly light.
The coffin stands in the space of eternity.
Angels sing: you, God’s child, the Lord calls for you.
It is silent, never shall sorrow abandon this dwelling.
But the dead hears the call:
Yes, Lord, I come – sounds her voice like an echo through all the heavens.