Now I know how much you hid and kept silent about.
That was your shell.
But why have you hidden yourself so well from me?
The thought grinds still.
I know. I remember: one single case,
where judgement was mine to wield -
and then your inner world's enchanted land
was forever concealed.
As long as our love has one chance left,
if even only one,
that long will our love be a closed hand -
and to us justice be done.

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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