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.