On the Edges of Autumn
I shall close death’s doors.I am the autumn’s last flower.– Edith Södergran
My body is like algaeExhausted by the night’s diving.Gather me up in your bluenessThat I might float on the surface of your sleep –A purple dream.Perhaps,Perhaps a plant shall bloomOn the edges of autumn.
Nothing . . .
On the outskirts of autumn,I...