I long for the land that is not,
For all that is, I am weary of wanting.
The moon speaks to me in silvern runes
About the land that is not.
The land where all our wishes become wondrously fulfilled,
The land where all our fetters fall,
The land where we cool our bleeding forehead
In the dew of the moon.
My life was a burning illusion,
But one thing I have found and one thing I have really won -
The road to the land that is not.
In the land that is not
My beloved walks with a glittering crown.
Who is my beloved? The night is dark
And the stars quiver in reply.
Who is my beloved? What is his name?
The heavens arch higher and higher
And a human child is drowned in the endless fogs
And knows no reply.
But a human child is nothing but certainty.
And it stretches its arms higher than all heavens.
And there comes a reply:
I am the one you love and always shall love.
Edith Södergran (1892-1923 / Finland) en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edith_S%…
Here this poem in its original language, swedish, and in jazz by Sinikka Langeland (first track):www.allmusic.com/album/the-lan…
Night on Lake Päijänne, Finland
Looking toward the North, where the sun rolls under the horizon.
2014 May 18th