The waterfall

Edith Södergran: The Shadow of the Future

Creation-longing around my heart,

the clouds around me which I kiss with my own lips.

Clouds, do you know what shall become of me?

 

I will visit a fortune teller today.

Lift your hand and show me my future.

I see your eyes like steel.

 

Oh you thundering waterfall of pleasure.

The bubbles of foam on your beach make a mind go mad.

Thundering, plummeting fall, you need not ask.

The eternal certainty makes thousands of forward rolls.

Melancholy certainty: that you are irresistible and to spare.