Edith Södergran: Poems

Oh, how lovely Hell is!

In Hell nobody speaks of death.

The walls of Hell rest in the Earth’s core

and are decorated with smoldering flowers…

In Hell nobody speaks empty words…

In Hell nobody has drunk and nobody slept

and nobody rests and nobody stays still.

In Hell nobody speaks, everybody screams,

tears aren’t tears there, and all sorrows are without power.

In Hell nobody gets sick or tired.

Hell is unchangeable and eternal.