NOWHERE

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.


Translated into English by David McDuff in "Karin Boye: Complete poems".

Swedish original



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Translation from Swedish into English: David McDuff

Published with the permission of:
David McDuff, translation.
May and Hans Mehlin, Layout.

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