A Bavarian Winter Poem by Leslie Philibert
A Bavarian Winter
The Alps make me embryonic,
the King of sleep, the wind
a sea inside my ears;
each insignificant leaf
sugar bleached,
hard as a saint`s foot,
each drop of water pearled
and perfectly dead
under a dim sky, underlighted
over the white sheet
that you draw over the passed.
Let the crows pick out
the eyes of Winter.
Great poem, felt the winters chil, l ay let the ravens peck the eyes of winter. 10/10 BB: O)
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/18/2024 3:34:31 PM # 1.0.0.1119
nice penned poem, I enjoyed reading it: Let the crows pick out the eyes of Winter! !