Translations are Grrrreat!

I'm still milling through last year's copies of Poetry magazine. I'm currently reading the June 2011 issue, which is devoted to translations. This issue is my favorite yet. I love the following poem: 

Animalistic Hymn

The red sun rises

without intent

and shines the same on all of us.

We play like children under the sun.

One day, our ashes will scatter—

                                           it doesn’t matter when.

Now the sun finds our innermost hearts,

                                           fills us with oblivion

intense as the forest, winter and sea.

By Edith Södergran

Translated from the Swedish by Brooklyn Copeland