Edith Södergran: Poems

I have a joycat in my arms,

it purrs and spins the thread of joy.

Joycat, my joycat,

get me these things:

get me a golden ring

that says I’m happy;

get me a mirror

that says I’m beautiful,

get me a fan

that waves away my sinister thoughts.

Joycat, my joycat,

purr and spin me a bit more about my future.