IDYLL

 
Your voice and your footsteps fall soft as dew on my 
working day.
Where I sit there is spring in the air around me from your
living warmth.
You flower in my thought,  you flower in my blood, and I 
                                              wonder only
that my happy hands do not blossom into heavy roses.
Now the space of the everyday closes around us two, like a 
                                              soft, gentle mist.
Are you afraid of becoming a prisoner, are you afraid of drowning in the greyness?
Do not be afraid: in the everyday's innermost depth,
in the heart of all life,
there burns with quietly humming flames a deep, secret
festival.
 
 

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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