Dikt av Karin Boye
Publicerat december 15, 2006 av ansoo
Vilken fin dikt jag hittade just… Underbar. In English :)
Evening Prayer
No time is like this one,
the evening’s final, silent hour.
No sorrows burn any longer,
no voices crowd any more.
Then take now into your hands
this day that is past, like a token.
For I know: into good you will turn
what I have held or broken.
Evilly I think, evilly I act,
but all things you heal and cleanse.
My days then you transform
From gravel to precious stones.
You must lift, you must carry,
I can only leave all things behind.
Take me, lead me, be close to me!
Show me what you next may intend!
- Karin Boye
Arkiverad under: Phoems
Åh, en gammal bekant favorit. Publicera den gärna på svenska också, så att andra bloggläsare får läsa originalet. Alla har kanske inte Karin Boyes samlade dikter stående i bokhyllan, inom bekvämt avstånd. :)
Jag har inte hennes dikter i hyllan, jag hittade dikten på internet :)