The Godess of Complexion
by Harry Martinson
What should she be called, the woman on the beach?
She is a victim of her own beauty
And the golden spider web of flattery
Perhaps the godess of complexion.
When she has displayed herself to her admirers
She goes home to her altar mirror
To worship herself in the temple of complexion care.She takes the short
cut through the churchyard,
Where she can mirror her whole body
when passing the bright moments. |
I Believe in
God
by Hjälmar Gullberg
I believed in a god but he never knew,
he never found out I believed in him
even many years after his death.
While thoroughly questined on the subject -
I was informed about the true conditions.
Oh light of extinguished stars that reaches
eyes in the night too late. I have beheld my god
as he was in his glory before the disaster.
He never found out I believed in him
And that I did not know he was dead. |
 Creation Night
by Harry Martinson
We met by the stone bridge,
the birches stood watch,
the stream wound towards the sea like a shining eel.
We coiled around each other to make God
the autumn sawn grain sighed
and the rye shout out a wave. |
