Edith Sodergran (1892-1923)
translated from the Swedish by Stina Katchadourian
On foot
I had to walk through the solar systems,
before I found the first thread of my red dress.
Already, I sense myself.
Somewhere in space hangs my heart,
sparks fly from it, shaking the air,
to other reckless hearts.
From Women in Praise of the Sacred,
42 Centuries of Spiritual Poetry by Women,
HarperCollins, 1995
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