My future

Edith Södergran: The Land Which Is Not

A moment’s whim

stole my future

built on utter chance and accidents.

 

Much more beautiful I shall build it

as I thought it from the beginning.

I shall build it on the firm ground

which is called my will.

I shall rise it on the tall columns

which are called my ideals.

I shall build it with a secret passage

called my soul.

I shall build it with a high tower

called loneliness.