Edith Södergran: The September Lyre
My heart is the most beautiful one in the world.
It is holy.
Whoever sees it
must themselves shine with its glow.
My heart is light as a bird,
the most fragile form on Earth.
I sacrificed it
to an unknown god.
The god highest up in the clouds –
my wings carry me up there –
the most beautiful god
for whom all is dust.
I shall return
with illuminating lightbeams around my head –
none shall see other
than night and god.