by Karin Boye

You are the resurrection of my soul
to ecstacy in what is real,
so the air touches me hot as fire
like a sea of glass that I feel,
and the power of my eyes,
so that numbly they catch a glimmer
of how all the colours flame out
in a drunken shimmer.

You are the strenght of my will,
you give me a fortitude
to wait and to act,
that I have never had,
Yes my senses'hunger,
that incite me and pursue,
becomes a rejoicing every day
because it is for you.

You are my life's ripeness.
You make me whole.
Out of my past now gathers
each thread and smallest dole.
On a hundred different roads
I have walked and strived.
Now they meet. It is towards you
That I have lived.