Landscape at sunset

Edith Södergran: The September Lyre

Look at the sunset

floating fire-islands move

imperial over cream green seas.

Islands on fire! Islands like torches!

Islands on victory parade!

Up from the depths a black forest sparkles

sneaky, envious – joyous, tree by tree, triumph by triumph…

Poor stripes of forest in pale veils of mist

is grasped, is lifted – joins in majesty.

 

Gloria! Victory!

On your knees, you lion-wonder,

in the dark corners of the world.

The day comes enthroned to an end…

The threads of light cut off invisible hands.