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.