Animalistic hymn

Edith Södergran: The Shadow of the Future

The red sun rises

without thoughts

and is the same to everybody.

We enjoy the sun like children.

There comes a day when our dust shall crumble,

it doesn’t matter when.

Now, the sun shines into the inner-most corner of our hearts

and fills everything with thoughtlessness,

strong as the forest, the winter and the sea.