Two paths

Edith Södergran: Poems

You must leave your old path,

that path is dirty:

men go about with desirous looks there

and you hear the word “happiness” from all lips

and further ahead on the path lies a woman’s body

and the vultures tear it apart.


You have found your new path,

that path is clean:

motherless children walk around playing with poppy flowers there,

women clad in black walk around and speak of sorrow there

and further ahead on the path a pale saint stands

with his foot on the neck of the dead dragon.