What is tomorrow?

Edith Södergran: The September Lyre

What is tomorrow? Perhaps not you.

Another embrace perhaps, another contact and an identical pain…

I leave you with a certainty nobody else has:

I will return like a piece of your own pain.

I will come to you from another heaven with a new decision.

I will come to you from another star with the same eyes.

I will come to you with my old longing clad in new features.

I will come to you strange, evil and faithful

with the steps of a wild animal from your heart’s distant desert homeland.

You will fight me hard and powerlessly

like you fight your own destiny, your own happiness, your own star.

I will smile and wind silk threads around my finger

and the tiny key of your fate I will hide in a fold of my dress.