The mirroring well

Edith Södergran: Poems

Fate said: white you must live or red you shall die!

But my heart decided: red shall I live.

Now I live in the country where all is yours,

death never enters this realm.

All day I sit with my arms resting on the marble of the well,

when I’m asked if happiness has been here,

I shake my head and laugh:

happiness is far away, there there’s a young woman hemming a child’s blanket,

happiness is far away, there there’s a man in the forest building himself a hut.

Here the red roses grow around the bottomless wells,

here beautiful days mirror their mild features

and large flowers lose their most beautiful petals…