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Edith Södergran - The Land That Is Not

I long for the land that is not,

because all that exists, I'm too weary to want.

The moon tells me in silvery runes
about the land that is not.

The land where all our dreams are wondrously fulfilled,

the land where we cool our bleeding brow
in the dew of the moon.

My life was a hot illusion.

But one thing I have found and one thing I have really won--

the way to the land that is not.

In the land that is not
my beloved walks with brilliant crown.

who is my beloved?
The night is dark
and the stars quiver in response.

Who is my beloved? What is his name?

The heavens arch higher and higher,

and an earthly child drowns in endless fogs

and knows no answer.

But an earthly child is nothing but certainty.

And it stretches its arms higher than all the heavens.

And an answer comes: I am the one you love and will always love.

 

 


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