WE SLEEPY CHILDREN
In by the darkened shore glides a lonely white sail,
like a tired, probing bird seeking a refuge for the night,
and above in the deepening sky a bright twilight cloud,
drifting apathetically like one who is just about to fall
Now we turn back, we sleepy children, to our home near
and smooth our thoughts from our brow, and smooth our deeds
from our hands.
We leave them to fade like forgotten games, we drop them for
that which is real
and lean with the blind trust of children against an unknown mother's
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.