I know a way that leads home.
It is hard to go that way.
Every traveller there grows poor
and small and ugly and grey.

I know a way that leads home.
That way is bare, pure-blown.
It is like leaning one's warm cheek
against unmerciful stone.

But he who has felt that stone
on his cheek's frozen blood,
will perceive how gentle its hardness is,
how faithful and firm and good.

And he will thank the stone
and the hardness love will he,
and praise the only battle
that was worth his victory.

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

Swedish original

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Translation from Swedish into English: David McDuff

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David McDuff, translation.
May and Hans Mehlin, Layout.

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