The condition

Edith Södergran: The September Lyre

Without action

I cannot live,

chained to the lyre I would die.

Is the lyre indeed the greatest on Earth for me

I stayed true to it,

was I not a flaming soul.

The one who doesn’t with bloody nails

break a crack in the wall of everyday

- must perish outside –

he isn’t worthy of seeing the sun.