Anarchistbanjo's World

Ghosts
 
Outside the sun’s radiance entices,
It will never more entice me to go out.
This room is full of ghosts,
And the entire house full of poltergeists.
 
On the roof and at the windows,
Over me and here around me,
Flutter lovely ghosts,
Making my soul heavy.
 
And they smile and greet me,
And they whisper of the past.
Ghosts with their sweet,
Long dead caresses.

-Mia Holm 1900
translated by Joe Bandel