The lightning

Edith Södergran: The Shadow of the Future

You lightning who hides in the clouds,

blue lightning which I see,

when do you break out?

Lightning, you blessed one,

thunder-filled, fertilizing, cleansing,

I wait exhausted for you.

My body lies like a scrap

in order to once, grabbed by electric hands,

firmer than all the ore of the Earth,

give off lightning.