For: Edith Södergran
Inscribed … In red granite
As clearer thought, as…
Anything—Scandinavian,
Or any other rests upon a grey lawn.
Anon, it circles a silent grave!
Where once stood a blue forest
A single pine tree; still remains…
And, etched within, it's timeless rings.
Her poems 'Love & solitude' refrains…
Narrow is my circle and the ring of my thoughts
Go round my finger.
This is the scorned, nightingales, bark to sing…
But, laughing-back from her bluest heights
A pine lark road in heaven is ringed.
Inscribed … In red granite
'Here - four of her last four lines'.
See here lies eternity's shore,
Here the stream rushes by,
And death plays in the bushes
The same simple melody.
poem by Mark Heathcote
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