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Shadow of the Future

Detail from a pho­to­graph by Edith Söder­gran

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)

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