Then rise up in me, loneness

by Tor Jonsson (1916-1951), translated by John Irons.

Then rise up in me, loneness,
storm my earth-life’s last entrenchment
and spill my wasting-dream of human bliss.
You chasm-dizzy earth,
be other world than this
tell all your secrets
in this transluscent dawn where light abounds
in this brief hour before death’s mighty day
when loneness’ voices call me back again
to birth anew and from some other ground.

Now all my loneness storms towards its limit.
My life-dream had no day-clear faith to fuse it
and therefore I no longer own the earth –
Life, though, I know I’ll never, never lose it –

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