Monday, October 1, 2012

Gustaf Fröding

On the radio, a swedish rock band has decided to interpret the swedish poet Gustaf Fröding. He was great.

A love song

I purchased my love for money,
there was nothing else I could get,
sing angelic, you rasping strings,
sing angelic of lovers yet.

That dream, that never came true,
that dream was angelic to get,
for him, who is banished from Eden,
is Eden an Eden yet.

Original by G. Fröding, published in the collection Gralstänk, 1898.
English translation by P.O. Kristensson, 2011.

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