(Dreyer)
Nature is sparse and the sun when it shines is dim;
joy is furtive around here
when it visits with almost no warning
There’s a beam of light tracing the world
cold light, ungiving light:
for the death of Herlof Marthe
resounds and spreads
The morning tide is high in Anne’s heart
as high are the flames of retribution
- here the sun is cold -
Herlof Marthe and his foreboding gift
haunt us like a persistent song
The verdict will go forth with its restricting light
its propitious knife
the verdict will go forth in its coldness
Only Anne summons love, the poisonous love
and walks with Martin over stones -
in the distance, the sound of the axe cuts coldly in air