Edith Södergran: "Forest Lake"

I was alone on a sunny shore

by the forest’s pale blue lake,

in the sky floated a single cloud

and on the water a single isle.

The ripe sweetness of summer dripped

in beads from every tree

and straight into my opened heart

a tiny drop ran down.

"Forest Lake" by Edith Södergran, translated from Swedish by Stina Katchadourian. From Women in Praise of the Sacred: 43 Centuries of Spiritual Poetry by Women, edited by Jane Hirshfield. © Harper Perennial, 1995.

Photography credit: "Reflections," by gabriel77 (originally color).