The light daughter of the forest

Edith Södergran: Poems

Was it not yesterday

the light daughter of the forest celebrated her wedding

and everybody was so happy?

She was the light bird and the bright spring,

she was the hidden road and the laughing bush,

she was the intoxicating, fearless summer night.

She was immodest, laughed so overstrung,

for she was the light daughter of the forest;

she had become the instrument of the cuckoo

and went playing from lake to lake.

 

When the light daughter of the forest celebrated her wedding

nobody was unhappy on Earth:

the light daughter of the forest knows no longing,

she is blond and realizes all dreams,

she is pale and awakens everybody’s lust.

When the light daughter of the forest celebrated her wedding

the conifers stood joyful on the hill

and the firs stood proud on the steep brink

and the juniper bushes stood happy on the sunny slope,

and all the little flowers wore white collars.

Then, the forests let the seeds fall in humans’ hearts,

the glittering lakes floated in their eyes

and the white butterflies flitted endlessly past.