Edith Södergran

I live on in the sweetness of old dayswith strangers who build new dwellingson blue hills up to the edge of the sky,I talk softly with the captured treesand comfort them sometimes.How slowly time consumes the core of things,and soundlessly treads fate__ heavy heel.

Ripe summer's sweetness drippedin pearls from every treeand into my opened hearta little drop ran down.

The inner fire is the most important thing mankind possesses.