Edith Södergran: The September Lyre
Tear down all gates of honour –
they’re too low.
Make room for our amazing train!
Heavy is the future – build bridges
for endless time!
Giants, carry rocks from the end of the world!
Demons, pour oil on the kettles!
Monster, calculate the width with your tail!
Arise in the heavens, heroic figures,
fate-heavy hands – begin your work!
Break a piece off the sky. Glowing.
We shall tear and fight.
We shall fight over the manna of freedom.
strangely visible in the distance,
the day needs your rooster’s crowing.