The song of the three graves

Edith Södergran: Poems

She sang in the darkness of dusk at the dewy wet fence:

In the summer three rose bushes grew at three graves.


In the first grave a man lies –

he sleeps heavily.


In the second a woman with sorrowful features lies –

she holds a rose in her hand.


The third grave is a spiritgrave and it is not blessed,

a sinister angel sits there every night and sings:

to avoid is unforgivable.