TO THE SHADOW OF A REALITY
You are one of my dreams -
good if no one wakes me! -
one of my beautiful candles,
that darkness not cover me.
Fighter for goals so pale,
ice and glass and sharpened steel!
The brilliant day
I scarce know if the dream will bear.
There is solace in the dream's perfumes,
cool, scarcely perceptible.
Yet I would give them all away
for the earthly real.
Warmth of dear beautiful hands...
I want to love, not fantasize.
Life's ripeness
the dream will never imitate.
This was not meant to be a blog with poetry ... rather with photos.
But I have noticed that it's quite fun to bring
a poem to the image... so there will certainly be more of them.
good if no one wakes me! -
one of my beautiful candles,
that darkness not cover me.
Fighter for goals so pale,
ice and glass and sharpened steel!
The brilliant day
I scarce know if the dream will bear.
There is solace in the dream's perfumes,
cool, scarcely perceptible.
Yet I would give them all away
for the earthly real.
Warmth of dear beautiful hands...
I want to love, not fantasize.
Life's ripeness
the dream will never imitate.
This was not meant to be a blog with poetry ... rather with photos.
But I have noticed that it's quite fun to bring
a poem to the image... so there will certainly be more of them.
(Translated into English by David McDuff in "Karin Boye: Complete poems")
