The days of autumn

Edith Södergran: Poems

Transparent are the days of autumn,

painted on the golden bottom of the forest…

The days of autumn smile to all the world.

It is so lovely to sleep without wishes,

full of flowers and tired of all the green,

with the wine’s red reed at the bedstead…

The autumn day has no more longing,

its fingers are immovably cold,

in its dreams it sees everywhere

how white flakes perpetually fall…