you the rival of the deathdance of invalids tiny ramshackle
with horrors in advance and the bandage of simplification

when naked to the waist we commit crimes of attrition
in the river of death and the saturated halls of pain

to the green rivulets of the leaves where the eye catches the stare
on the scrapings of flesh falling out of empty hands smiling

and seduction gives death and space a moonlit solo
blue capes of crystal that might bring coolness

E. Lindegren, Mannen utan väg, 1942, then 1946.
Translation: Oursisthefury.com