Your voice and your footsteps fall soft as dew on my
Where I sit there is spring in the air around me from your
You flower in my thought, you flower in my blood, and I
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
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.