Moment Image Poem by Edith Sodergran

Moment Image



The Bolsheviks’ victory is very fast,
but we will get there before them, for this is the last one.
The reins we will loosen from life,
the muzzle we will remove from humanity.
Magnificent beast, you have come of age.

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