Now it’s quiet in the alley —

Edvard Søderberg: Poems of the Street

Now it’s quiet in the alley,
and the evening noises cease;
the last lamp is turned off
behind the window sheets.

Come, we shall walk together
in this night, the gloomy,
while all other souls rest
and the streets glisten slightly.

I love the stillness of the night,
the stars – pale and gentle;
I love this: to live,
I love this: to strive –

To feel how the heart beats,
to feel how the blood pulses,
to breathe the smell of leafs
and the winds of summer nights!

Despite all which we’ve been through,
despite all which we’ve survived,
despite all hurts which pressed
the tears into our eyes:

How beautiful, how good to live –
to feel the blood that pulses,
to breathe the smell of leaves
and the winds of summer nights!