Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | June 18, 2009


by Edith Södergran (1892 – 1923).

The Moon

How wonderful and unspeakable
Is everything dead:
A dead leaf and a dead person
And the disc of the moon.
And all of the flowers know of a secret                                        5
And the forest preserves it;
It is that the circuit of the moon around our earth
Is the course of death.
And the moon spins her wonderful web,
Which flowers love,                                                                  10
And the moon spins her fantastic net
Round all that lives.
And the moon’s sickle mows the flowers down
In late autumn nights,
And all the flowers wait for the moon’s kiss                                15
With endless longing.

(transl. by Erik Wahlgren and Martin S. Allwood)


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