Status Updates From Poems: 1916

Lyssnar på en ljudbok från e biblioteket. Innehåller Dikter och Septemberkylan.

när jag berättade för mormor häromveckan om hur mycket jag fastnade för edith södergrans dikter så gick hon direkt till biblioteket för att låna ”dikter”, och jag gjorde detsamma <3 fick precis det här smset:

”Oj vad jag läser Edith nu!
Inte kom jag ihåg att det var Edith S som skrev Dagen svalnar!
Jag älskar den! Har alltid gjort! Läser den om o om igen!
Och nu fortsätter jag med mera E!”

Oh, to observe windows
and recall walls...

The sea has broken thousands of toys and thrown them up on the sand -
in vain I seek an ornament to give my beauty brilliance.
Come, sit down with me, I shall tell you about my sorrows,
we shall talk with one another of secrets.
You will show me your beauty and your way of looking
and I shall offer you my silence and my custom of listening.

In far-off lands stand the great stones
on which my thoughts rest.
It was a foreigner who wrote the strange words
on the hard board that is called my soul.
Days and nights I lie and think
about things that never happened:
my thirsty soul was once given a drink.

Ripe summer's sweetness dripped
in pearls from every tree
and into my opened heart
a little drop ran down.

In the shadow of the rocks my wildness stays awake,
ready to fly at the slightest whisper, at approaching steps...

I have a door to all four winds.
I have a golden door to the east – for love that never comes,
I have a door for day and another for sadness,
I have a door for death – that one is always open

I live on in the sweetness of old days
with strangers who build new dwellings
on blue hills up to the edge of the sky,
I talk softly with the captured trees
and comfort them sometimes.
How slowly time consumes the core of things,
and soundlessly treads fate’s heavy heel.

O conqueror with cold eyes,
I take the crown you reach to me,
it bows my head down to my heart...