A Life
Edith
Sodergran
That the stars are
adamant
everyone understands—
but I won’t give up seeking
joy on each blue wave
or peace below every gray
stone.
If happiness never comes, what
is a life?
A lily withers in the
sand
and if its nature has failed?
The tide
washes
the beach at night.
What is the fly looking for on
the spider’s web?
What does a dayfly make of its
hours?
(Two wings creased over a
hollow body.)
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