Author of quotes: Edith Sedergran

Even pestreet autumn carpet.
Strong as sugar, white tops.
In the valley down from the mountains winter.
And the mountains smile.

I don't want to hear sad tales word
Which tells the woods.
There is a sigh of the foliage
And pine whisper again
There are shadows between the trunks of stupid
Running up the trunks across the path.

Air castles have melted like snow.
My dreams are gone, like spring water.
Nothing left of that love -
only blue sky and sparse pale stars.

A fiery look is not able to cheat.
Keep the heart of man in their childish not experienced hands.
A beam of fire his hold in the icy calm of his eyes.
You're sure to love, in the Kingdom of heaven.
And he will give you the heart of his kingdoms and all the flowers of spring.
And you will give him the light veil of your longing, the blue darkening the house.
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But the day will come when you will grow to him like a flower to the stem
And then his dusk is your light and his heat - your source.
And then you'll spin transitions
A huge castle and feel that love
And that he is only a white bread of your purity.
And that his blood is flowing in the stream of your maternal tenderness.
It will be hard, and wonderful, and brutally, and completely.

Comes autumn.
Golden birds
Flying South over the blue water.
And I have one on the sandy
Sit and hear the quiet:
goodbye.
Goodbye great and inevitable
I future meeting promises
And light sleep with the palm of iodine cheek,
With the quietest of maternal kiss
On the heart and on the serried eyelashes:
- Sleep, my child, to the sun far.

My soul is silent about the truth.
Is she laughing or crying softly.
She does not remember and does not protect
And not able to elevate others.
My childhood seared sea blue
Eyes, and in his youth flower
Redder than red blood, and now
Sitting in front of me a stranger,
Colourless, silent, like a dragon.
But I'm not a virgin in the red-white dress
And I Podgainy dark.

I can't
Without action to live.
And I'll die chained to the Lira.
Oh, if only she was prettier
All lire in the world, I would have paid
Her loyalty blazing souls.

If you looked into the eyes of their dreams
They are sick and come short of the concept
And only their intentions are true.
Not believe their very dreams. They
As the lie must flee from us
But crazy, they want to stay.

Do not believe your dreams. They
Volatile, like light smoke,
But also dangerous because it can come true.

You searched for flower
And found an Apple.
Were you looking for spring -
And found sea.
You were looking for a woman
And found the soul.

I dream: all our Sunny world
A forgotten meadow in a desert garden
Where heated cat on the bench.
There would I sit,
Pressing
To the heart of the world's only white envelope.
That's all I need.

Transparent days of autumn. Transparent
Painted in gold forest
Smile the shadow of autumn...
As well be forgotten without desires,
To sleep, tired of bloom and green,
With a wreath of wine rowans at the head...
Autumn day is short and its
Cool fingers and cool dreams
Everywhere he sees the immense
A swarm of snowflakes coming from the sky.

The trees are naked and opened
The way the sky, the air and light
In your light house on the shores of the high
And this was reflected in the mirror of water.
There's a girl in the misty gray haze
Carries flowers to someone, and her
Fly flocks of silvery-white
Birds above the horizontal with water.

My heart someone else's dream country
Like no in the far side
Two lonely boulders where I
Back thoughts the secret told.
This picture of a stranger
On the blackboard of my soul
Drew. Are your days and nights.
I think that will not happen.
The sadness of my soul quenched.