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    YES, OF COURSE IT HURTS

    Yes, of course it hurts when buds are breaking.
    Why else would the springtime falter?
    Why would all our ardent longing
    bind itself in frozen, bitter pallor?
    After all, the bud was covered all the winter.
    What new thing is it that bursts and wears?
    Yes, of course it hurts when buds are breaking,
    hurts for that which grows
                             and that which bars.
     
    Yes, it is hard when drops are falling.
    Trembling with fear, and heavy hanging,
    cleaving to the twig, and swelling, sliding -
    weight draws them down, though they go on clinging.
    Hard to be uncertain, afraid and divided,
    hard to feel the depths attract and call,
    yet sit fast and merely tremble -
    hard to want to stay
                        and want to fall.
     
    Then, when things are worst and nothing helps
    the tree's buds break as in rejoicing,
    then, when no fear holds back any longer,
    down in glitter go the twig's drops plunging,
    forget that they were frightened by the new,
    forget their fear before the flight unfurled -
    feel for a second their greatest safety,
    rest in that trust
                       that creates the world.

     


    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.

    For more information, please visit the website of David McDuff and his own pages with the translations.

     
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