Sunday, 26 May 2024

Edith Södergran: 'Skogssjön'



 

FOREST LAKE

 

I was alone on a sunny shore

by the forest lake’s pale blue,

a lone cloud floated in the sky,

on the water a lone isle too.

The summer’s fully ripe sweetness dripped

in pearls down from every tree –

into my wide-open heart there ran

a droplet just for me.

 

 

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