Edith Södergran: Poems
Do not let your pride fall,
don’t walk naked
to his arms in tenderness,
walk rather away in tears
that the world has never seen
and never scorned.
It was so easy and simple for pure childhearts
to follow the trail of happiness,
but our souls can only tremble.
For the one who has seen the filth in the short Spring of happiness
there is but one thing left:
the burning hot shiver of cold.