THE WORLD IS DREAMT...
The world is dreamt by a sleeping god,
and the dawn's shiverings moir‚ his soul.
The memories of things that happened yesterday,
before the world was there,
That in whose being we have no part
meets us where the way bends,
it breathes a horror that is not ours,
from the limits far away,
from worlds with other laws.
Sleep, sleep heavier, slumberer,
until the dream torments you no more,
or waken to the day, creator,
and make us real!
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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of David McDuff and his
own pages with the translations.