Dikter Quotes
Dikter
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Edith Södergran78 ratings, 3.90 average rating, 7 reviews
Dikter Quotes
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“In the shadow of the rocks my wildness stays awake,
ready to fly at the slightest whisper, at approaching steps...
I have a door to all four winds.
I have a golden door to the east – for love that never comes,
I have a door for day and another for sadness,
I have a door for death – that one is always open.”
― Poems 1916
ready to fly at the slightest whisper, at approaching steps...
I have a door to all four winds.
I have a golden door to the east – for love that never comes,
I have a door for day and another for sadness,
I have a door for death – that one is always open.”
― Poems 1916
“Ripe summer's sweetness dripped
in pearls from every tree
and into my opened heart
a little drop ran down.”
― Poems 1916
in pearls from every tree
and into my opened heart
a little drop ran down.”
― Poems 1916
“I wanted just one thing – to disappear.”
― Poemas (1916): Dikter (1916)
― Poemas (1916): Dikter (1916)
“I live on in the sweetness of old days
with strangers who build new dwellings
on blue hills up to the edge of the sky,
I talk softly with the captured trees
and comfort them sometimes.
How slowly time consumes the core of things,
and soundlessly treads fate’s heavy heel.”
― Poems 1916
with strangers who build new dwellings
on blue hills up to the edge of the sky,
I talk softly with the captured trees
and comfort them sometimes.
How slowly time consumes the core of things,
and soundlessly treads fate’s heavy heel.”
― Poems 1916
“In far-off lands stand the great stones
on which my thoughts rest.
It was a foreigner who wrote the strange words
on the hard board that is called my soul.
Days and nights I lie and think
about things that never happened:
my thirsty soul was once given a drink.”
― Poems 1916
on which my thoughts rest.
It was a foreigner who wrote the strange words
on the hard board that is called my soul.
Days and nights I lie and think
about things that never happened:
my thirsty soul was once given a drink.”
― Poems 1916
