Verses by Edith Södergran, the Finnish poet who died young (31 years) in 1923, tortured by his impossible love, is entitled "Nordic Spring"
All my air castles have melted like snow,
all my dreams flowed like water,
of all that have loved me
remains a pale blue sky and some stars.
The wind is moving up in the trees.
The vacuum rest. The water is quiet.
The old fir is awake and thinks
kissed the white cloud in a dream.
Seraut George Pierre La Grande Jatte
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