CHERUB
Also you, who suffer the agonies of everyone's condemnation,
also you are called to your place among the cherubim -
with lion's feet, with wings of sun,
with venerable human head:
beast-angel.
They call after you: 'Impure, impure!'
Because they were never afflicted by purity.
Flame, gather your sparks out of the corners,
the forge awaits, and the hammer that welds you to lightning
will teach you the lightning's swift purity
and your name among the cherubim.
Translated into English by David McDuff in "Karin Boye: Complete poems".
Swedish original
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Translation from Swedish into English: David McDuff
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David McDuff, translation.
May and Hans Mehlin, Layout.
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