Two beach poems

Edith Södergran: Poems

I.

My life was naked

like the grey cliffs,

my life was cold

like the white heights,

but my youth sat with burning cheeks

and cheered: the sun comes!

And the sun came and I lay naked

all day long on the grey cliffs –

a cold breath came from the red sea:

the sun goes down!

 

II.

Between grey stones

lies your white body mourning

the days that come and go.

The fairytales you heard as a child

cry in your heart.

Silence without echo,

loneliness without mirror,

the air blues through all cracks.