I remember a willow tree half-eaten
by fire and lightning;
and later a blue tits nest a living scroll
within a cracked-open blackened vest.
I remember a frozen landscape.
A winding stream with yellow primroses
and a personal agony back then-
I imagined-would-always-remain a torrent.
I remember thinking, how do I fit?
How do I survive-identical a blue tits egg?
Will I endure lives, every misfortune;
equal half-eaten willow trees apportion.
I remember thinking this is no dream.
It holds nightmares of every persuasion-
of joy and misery of equal equation;
it evolves, as does the season's opposite.
I remember thinking, how life goes on
how it flourishes with virtuosity,
how it fights back from adversity,
inhabits-remote places, a guiding faun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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You remember a frozen landscape and this motivates you with wonderful note. An interesting poem is very brilliantly penned.