Nos versos de Edith Södergran, e da inevitável oposição do novo homem, que ascende num impulso vital, à realidade apartada de quem o cria.
I was alone on a sunny shore
by the forest’s pale blue lake,
in the sky floated a single cloud
and on the water a single island.
Ripe summer’s sweetness dripped
in pearls from every tree
and into my opened heart
a little drop ran down.






