Edith Södergran: The Land Which Is Not
Pale-hearted night, you listen…
No, it is not true, your half blood is mighty enough.
When it swells in your veins
and stacks, the world is yours.
Pale-hearted night, when your blood is up, advanced and attacking,
then your veins are like an empty castle,
spooky and deserted,
when the great battle is waged at the iron gate.
A deserted fortress controls the world,
the nameless fortress of force.
Singing your dark blood shall eventually return.