The pale lake of autumn

Edith Södergran: Poems

The pale lake of autumn

dreams heavy dreams

of a spring-white island

that sunk into the sea.

 

Pale lake of autumn,

how your ripples hide,

how your mirror forgets

days must die.

 

The pale lake of autumn

carries its high sky lightly and quietly

like life and death who for a moment

in a sleeping wave have kissed each other.