I am sick with poison.
I am sick with a thirst for which nature has not created any drink.
From every field leap streams and springs. I stoop down and drink from the earth's veins its sacrament.
And the heavens overflow with holy rivers. I stretch up and feel my lips wet with white ecstasies.
But nowhere, nowhere...
I am sick with poison. I am sick with a thirst for which nature has created no drink.
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.
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