Shadow of the future
I can sense the shadow of death.
I know our fates lie tangled up on the table of the norns.
I know that not a drop of rain sucks itself into the soil
that is not written down in the book of eternities.
I know as sure as the sun comes up,
that I will never see the endless moment when she’s at her zenith.
The future casts its blessed shadow upon me;
it is nothing but flooding sun:
penetrated by light I shall die,
when I’ve trampled all chance underfoot, laughing I shall turn away from life.
Edith Södergran - “Framtidens skugga” (1920)