Edith Södergran: Poems
When you saw the face of happiness you were disappointed:
this sleeping woman with loose features
was the most worshipped, the most mentioned,
the least known of all goddesses,
she who rules over tranquil oceans,
blooming gardens, endless days of sunshine,
and you decided never to serve her.
Closer you felt the pain with the depth in the eyes,
the never invoked,
the best known and least understood of all goddesses,
she who rules over oceans in uproar and sinking ships,
over those who are trapped for a lifetime,
and over the heavy curses that rest with the children in their mothers’ wombs.