Edith Södergran: The Shadow of the Future
Let me outstretch my arm, oh Life.
Oh you my heart’s vastness. I wait
to hear my voice.
I will speak, my words shall fall like burning bonfires among the mosses.
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There is no hand that touches the outside of my heart till it trembles,
and yet I think that I gather the belt of thunder around my chest.
But the thunder is in my breast, it falls like a shot.
I am a god in whom a storm rages,
with sucking eyes I draw everybody into my soul.