Here in eternal gales
dwarf pine works its way up from the stone,
knots itself defiantly,
Black against the evening's stormy sky
twisted ghostly outlines are drawn.
Monster is seized by loathing
A groaning passes through the torn crowns:
Oh, to look one single time
straight towards the light,
to rise, a royal oak,
a boyish birch,
a golden virgin maple.
Hide your dreams, cripple.
Here are the outermost skerries. As far as the eye can see:
into English by David McDuff in "Karin Boye: Complete poems".
Copyright © 2005:
Translation from Swedish into English: David McDuff
Published with the permission of:
David McDuff, translation.
May and Hans Mehlin, Layout.
For more information, please visit the website
of David McDuff and his
own pages with the translations.