Edith Södergran: Poems
Finally the lazy arose –
he put his hands in every flower vase,
he felt under every leaf,
he sought the black worm in order to kill it.
While he slept in the shape of a grass straw
the black worm ate his head.
Three women came to his funeral:
his sister cried; by her side stood a dancer in violet veils,
she came only to be seen.
Alone left a woman whom he never loved.