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die-rosastrasse · 1 year
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kastanjapuut · 3 months
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Edith Södergran (finnish poet, 1892-1923)
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majestativa · 10 months
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I am the soul’s shivering, the flesh’s longing.
— Edith Södergran, Love & Solitude: Selected Poems, 1916-1923, (1992)
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I saw a woman that smilingly and made up rolled dice over her happiness and saw that she had lost
I saw a tree, Edith Södergran
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Buscabas una flor
y hallaste un fruto.
Buscabas una fuente
y hallaste un mar.
Buscabas una mujer
y hallaste un alma:
estás decepcionado.
Edith Södergran
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kamas-corner · 1 month
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"Buscabas una flor y hallaste un fruto. Buscabas una fuente y hallaste un mar. Buscabas una mujer y hallaste un alma: estás decepcionado".
-Edith Södergran
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amatesura · 6 months
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Flowers pressed between the pages of Edith Södergran's copy of Henry Wadsworth Longfellows "Evangeline and Other Poems" (1890-1920)
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hilema · 1 year
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Upptäckt
Din kärlek förmörkar min stjärna - månen går upp i mitt liv. Min hand är ej hemma i din. Din hand är lusta - min hand är längtan.
Södergran, Edith 1918: Septemberlyran
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notallsandmen · 1 year
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birches-and-hawks · 1 year
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where is that edith södergran poem about her being a neutrum i gotta find it you guys would fucking love that shit
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isakglaser · 11 months
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On Himalaya's steps
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havingapoemwithyou · 2 years
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animalistic hymn by edith södergran
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kastanjapuut · 3 months
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Ei Mitään, Edith Södergran
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majestativa · 10 months
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Death has tender features and pious cheeks, upon your heart she lays her soft hand.
— Edith Södergran, Love & Solitude: Selected Poems, 1916-1923, (1992)
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violettesiren · 2 years
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I am the last flower of the harvest. I was rocked in the cradle of summer and set to watch for the north wind, red flames burst out on my white cheek. I am the last flower of the harvest, I am the dead spring’s youngest seed, it is so easy—as the last one—to die: I have seen the ocean legendary, blue, I have heard the heartbeat of the dying summer, my chalice holds just the seeds of death.
I am the last flower of the harvest. I have beheld the deep starry worlds of the harvest, I have beheld light from distant hearths, it is so easy to follow the same path, I shall close the gates of the door. I am the last flower of the harvest.
The Last Flower of the Harvest by Edith Södergran
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villings · 2 years
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Tú, que nunca saliste de tu huerto, ¿no has estado jamás anhelante junto a la verja viendo por soñados senderos fundirse la tarde en azul?
Edith Södergran
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