Edith Södergran: The Shadow of the Future

My body is a mystery.

As long as the fragile lives

you shall feel its power.

I shall save the world.

Therefore Eros’ blood runs in my lips

and Eros’ gold in my tired locks.

I need only to open my eyes.

tired and depressed: the Earth is mine.


When I lie tired on the bed

I know: the fate of the world is in this tired hand.

It is power that tremble in my shoe,

it is power that move in the fold of my dress,

it is power that knows no abyss which stands before you.