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…