The waiting

Edith Södergran: Poems

I am alone between the trees by the lake,

I live in friendship with the old conifers of the beach

and in secret understanding with all young rowans.

Alone do I lay and wait,

nobody have I seen walk past.

Large flowers watch me from tall stems,

bitter bindweeds creep into my arms,

I have one name for all, and that is love.