Edith Södergran: The Shadow of the Future
What does my mortal heart want? My mortal heart remains silent. My mortal heart wants nothing.
Here lies all the Earth. You turn away in convulsions.
A wand has touched this Earth, and it turned to dust.
And where I sit on ruins
I know that you’re coming, unforeseen time.
I know that you wait behind a barred door,
that I am near to you and you can give me your hand.
I have no choice,
truth, I feel you even through the land of mist.
Truth, truth, do you live among worms and dust in the morgues?
Truth, do you live where everything which I hate can be found?
Truth, do poor lanterns shine on your way?