THE GRIEVING GARDEN

Edith Södergran(1892-1923)

Oh, that the windows see

and the walls remember

and that the garden can grieve

and a tree can turn to ask:

Who hasn't come and what hasn't been well,

why is the emptiness heavy and doesn't say

                                                       anything?

Bitter carnations stand in lines beside

                                                        the road,

where the dusk of the fir is unexplored.