Photo by Kelly Brenner
Poem by Edith Sodergran
I am alone amidst the trees at the lake’s edge,
I live in friendship with the shore’s old firs
and in secret understanding with all the young rowans.
Alone I lie and wait,
I have seen no one walk by.
Great flowers look down on me from tall stems,
bitter creepers climb in my embrace,
I have a single name for everything, and that is love.
