The path to happiness

Edith Södergran: Poems

Nobody should understand it

when the miraculous happens –

there’s no road to happiness,

nobody remembers a lucky path

that leads to the door of happiness.


Oh, to chase the bird of happiness

is to wander without paths

and to grasp without hands.

To become king in the fairytale of happiness

is to stand surprised and dumb.


A miracle we expect of the day,

the day withers cold and pale.

Ask again, you tired brain,

is your dream, your lucky star,

illusion and deception?