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.