Edith Södergran: The Land Which Is Not
Eros, you, the cruelest among gods,
why did you lead me to the dark land?
When girls grow up
they’re shut out from the light
and thrown into dark rooms.
Did my soul not soar like a happy star
before it was drawn into your red ring?
Look, I’m tied on my hands and feet,
know that I’m cowered by all of my thoughts.
Eros, you, the cruelest among gods:
I flee not, I wait not,
I merely suffer like an animal.