Katri Vala(1901-1944)
In the forest a temple of red stone.
Its god, black and lonely,
called lamenting on dark nights.
Like in a dream I went.
Like in a dream I ascended black steps.
Like in a dream I wandered into the gloomy temple
and stepped trembling before the god.
Oh, now I can't escape!
Each night the god descends to me
cruel and marvelous.
During days I'm hold by eyes
like burning irons
and in aching delight
I burn before him
like a pale sacrificial fire.
[Musta Jumala; Sininen ovi(Porvoo: WSOY 1926), page 22.]
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