The Valkyrie

I dreamed about swords last night.
I dreamed about battle last night.
I dreamed I fought at your side—
Strong and armed—last night.

Lightning blazed from your hand,
And trolls fell at your feet.
Our company broke away deftly and sang
In the threat of the silent deep.

I dreamed about blood last night.
I dreamed about death last night.
I dreamed I fell at your side
With mortal wounds last night.

You didn’t even notice me on the field.
Your mouth was so grim and grave.
With a steady hand you held your shield
And marched ahead on your way.

I dreamed about fire last night.
I dreamed about roses last night.
I dreamed my death was fair and good.
That’s what I dreamed last night.


—Karin Boye
Translated from the Swedish by Eric Nelson