The secret of Eros

Edith Södergran: The Shadow of the Future

I live red. I live my blood.

I have not denied Eros.

My red lips burn on cold sacrificial stones.

I know you, Eros –

you are not man or woman,

you are the force

that crouches in the temple

and suddenly stands up, wilder than the howl,

heftier than a stonethrow,

and flings the catchy words of preaching all over the world

from the door of the almighty temple.