To Eros

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.