In despair you cry:
Where is the wise word,
that alone will cure the world's
poisoned sores?
And where is the thought,
oh, give us the thought,
that leads out of time
where death's spirit soars!
Be silent. Have trust.
Our being is creation.
We are in a deep league
with that which wants to be.
Your great despair
Is not an empty dread
sometimes in the depths it has
a note of agony.
The blind dark suffers agonies
from secret dreams
that no one sees, and yet
they are near in all's storm.
They cannot be told.
They cannot be thought.
They must first be lived through
to being and form.
Do not ask for words,
do not ask for thoughts,
but ask for a share in the agony
from our root in earth interred.
The Silent is thinking
in flesh and blood and will,
and will hurl perhaps at last like fire
to you - your word.

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

Swedish original

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Translation from Swedish into English: David McDuff

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David McDuff, translation.
May and Hans Mehlin, Layout.

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