Edith Södergran: The Land Which Is Not
Tightly my heart is hidden in a narrow ravine,
far away my heart is located
on a distant island.
White birds fly to and fro
with the message that my heart lives.
I know how it lives
of coal and sand
on sharp stones.
I lay all day long awaiting the night,
I lay all night long awaiting the day,
I lay sick in the garden of Eden.
I know that I’ll never be healthy,
desire and unrest never improves.
I am feverish like a swamp-flower,
sweating sweetness like a sticky leaf.
In the far end of my garden is a sleepy lake.
I who love the soil
know nothing better than water.
Into the water falls all of my thoughts
nobody has seen,
my thoughts which I dare not show anybody.
The water is full of secrets.