I read in the newspaper that someone had died, someone
                               I knew by name.
She lived, like me, wrote books, like me, grew old,
                               and now she is dead.
Think, to be dead and have left everything behind;
dread, terror and loneliness, and the  unforgiving guilt.
But a great justice lies hidden at the bottom of things.
We all have a grace to expect - a gift of which no one
can rob us.

Translated into English by David McDuff in "Karin Boye: Complete poems".

Swedish original

Copyright © 2005:
Translation from Swedish into English: David McDuff

Published with the permission of:
David McDuff, translation.
May and Hans Mehlin, Layout.

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