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Kain Boye:
Intellectually and emotionally she was far ahead of her time, and her controversial writings included the novel Crisis, in which she portrayed the religious turmoil of her adolescence and her discovery of her own bisexuality.
She was born in oct 1900 and committed suicide in 1944, She is one of the most read poets in Sweden:
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Kain Boye:
Intellectually and emotionally she was far ahead of her time, and her controversial writings included the novel Crisis, in which she portrayed the religious turmoil of her adolescence and her discovery of her own bisexuality.
She was born in oct 1900 and committed suicide in 1944, She is one of the most read poets in Sweden:


YES, OF COURSE IT HURTS


Yes, of course it hurts when buds are breaking.
Why else would the springtime falter?
Why would all our ardent longing
bind itself in frozen, bitter pallor?
After all, the bud was covered all the winter.
What new thing is it that bursts and wears?
Yes, of course it hurts when buds are breaking,
hurts for that which grows
and that which bars.

Yes, it is hard when drops are falling.
Trembling with fear, and heavy hanging,
cleaving to the twig, and swelling, sliding -
weight draws them down, though they go on clinging.
Hard to be uncertain, afraid and divided,
hard to feel the depths attract and call,
yet sit fast and merely tremble -
hard to want to stay
and want to fall.

Then, when things are worst and nothing helps
the tree's buds break as in rejoicing,
then, when no fear holds back any longer,
down in glitter go the twig's drops plunging,
forget that they were frightened by the new,
forget their fear before the flight unfurled -
feel for a second their greatest safety,
rest in that trust
that creates the world.



Hush Now

Each night on Earth is full of pain.
Hush now, heart.
These hard souls, hard shields
reflect light from the home of the stars.

Your lament makes you weaker.
Hush now, heart.
Mere silence heals, silence cures,
intactly pure and innocently true.

Seek the hot life of torment!
Hush now, heart.
No-one is made strong through wound and
fever.
Light just as steel is heaven's stronghold.

translated by Jenny Nunn:

The Wish

Oh let me live properly
and properly one day to die
so that I move next to reality
in bad as in good.
And let me be still
and respect what I see,
so that must be that
and nothing more.

If from my long life
one day was left,
then I would seek the most beautiful thing
that life on Earth has.
The most beautiful thing on Earth
is honesty,
but it makes loneliness into life
and reality.

So is the wide world
a leaf of a lady's mantle
and in the bowl rests
a clear dropp of water.
The only still drop
is the apple of life's eye.
Oh make me worthy of seeing inside it!
Oh make me pure!


I Know When You Enter...

I know when you enter the room,
I know from within my every nerve your hurried steps,
which no one else notices.
Around me a wind of fire sweeps.
I know your steps, your beloved steps,
and my soul aches.

Though you pace far down the hall,
the air billows from your movement
and sings as the sea sings.
I listen, caught in a consuming desire.
In the rhythm of your rhythm, in keeping with your
pace
my pulse beats in hunger.

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