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.