For: Edith Södergran

Inscribed … In red granite
As clearer thought as…
Anything—Scandinavian,
Or any other rests upon a grey lawn.

Anon, it circles a silent grave!
Where once stood a blue forest
A single pine tree; still remains…
And, etched within, it’s timeless rings.

Her poems “Love & solitude” refrains…
Narrow is my circle and the ring of my thoughts
Go round my finger.
This is the scorned, nightingales, bark to sing…

But, laughing-back from her bluest heights
A pine lark road in heaven is ringed.
Inscribed … In red granite
“Here - four of her last four lines”.

See here lies eternity’s shore,
Here the stream rushes by,
And death plays in the bushes
The same simple melody.

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