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1 " Ripe summer's sweetness drippedin pearls from every treeand into my opened hearta little drop ran down. "
― Edith Södergran ,
2 " I live on in the sweetness of old dayswith strangers who build new dwellingson blue hills up to the edge of the sky,I talk softly with the captured treesand comfort them sometimes.How slowly time consumes the core of things,and soundlessly treads fate’s heavy heel. "
3 " In the shadow of the rocks my wildness stays awake,ready to fly at the slightest whisper, at approaching steps...I have a door to all four winds.I have a golden door to the east – for love that never comes,I have a door for day and another for sadness,I have a door for death – that one is always open. "
4 " I wanted just one thing – to disappear. "
5 " In far-off lands stand the great stoneson which my thoughts rest.It was a foreigner who wrote the strange wordson the hard board that is called my soul.Days and nights I lie and thinkabout things that never happened:my thirsty soul was once given a drink. "