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Now she heard the following words sadly sung,—

“Life is a shadow that flits away
In a nigh...
- Hans Christian Andersen
When night comes
I stand on the steps and listen,
stars swarm in the yard
and I stand in the dark...
- Edith Sodergran
They peer in pages
of ancient sages,
on opened barrows
their gaze now narrows,
on shield and swo...
- Adam Oehlenschlager
Stille, hjerte, sol går ned
(Heart be still, the sun goes down)

Heart; be still, the sun goes d...
- Jeppe Aakjaer
I long for the land that is not,
For all that is, I am weary of wanting.
The moon speaks to me in ...
- Edith Sodergran
On foot
I had to cross the solar system
before I found the first thread of my red dress.
I sense ...
- Edith Sodergran
My soul was a light blue dress the color of the sky;
I left it on a rock by the sea
and naked I ca...
- Edith Sodergran
The inner fire is the most important thing mankind possesses....
- Edith Sodergran
I want to let go -
so I don't give a damn about fine writing,
I'm rolling my sleeves up.
The doug...
- Edith Sodergran
Strange father!
Your children will not let you down,
they are coming across the earth with the foo...
- Edith Sodergran
Iceland, fortunate isle! Our beautiful, bountiful mother!
Where are your fortune and fame, freedom ...
- Jonas Hallgrimsson
Drink till after twelve or more,
Live it up with madmen !
Earth is but my chamber floor
And th...
- Carl Michael Bellman
Up, Amarylis! Darling, awaken!
Through the still bracken
Soft airs swell;
- Carl Michael Bellman
Just living is not enough... One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower....
- Hans Christian Andersen
LULLABY, little Love,
Slumber sweetly, slumber deep,
Though your cradle will not move,
I shall...
- Adam Oehlenschlager
A man who as a physical being is always turned toward the outside, thinking that his happiness lies ...
- Soren Kierkegaard
WE, we waves,
That are rocking the winds
To rest—
Green cradles, we waves!

Wet are we, ...
- August Strindberg
My artificial flowers
I send them to you.
My small bronze lions
I set up at your door.
I myself ...
- Edith Sodergran
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