My life, my death and my fate

Edith Södergran: The Land Which Is Not

I am no other than an endless will,

an endless will, but for what, for what?

All is dark around me,

I can’t lift even a straw.

My will wants only one thing, but this one thing I don’t know what is.

When my will breaks out I must die:

all hail, my life, my death and my fate.