by Karin Boye You are the resurrection of my soul to ecstacy in what is real, so the air touches me hot as fire like a sea of glass that I feel, and the power of my eyes, so that numbly they catch a glimmer of how all the colours flame out in a drunken shimmer. You are the strenght of my will, you give me a fortitude to wait and to act, that I have never had, Yes my senses'hunger, that incite me and pursue, becomes a rejoicing every day because it is for you. You are my life's ripeness. You make me whole. Out of my past now gathers each thread and smallest dole. On a hundred different roads I have walked and strived. Now they meet. It is towards you That I have lived.