Everywhere is ice
Some slumbery sheets of clouds descending
This chandler's stuff with not thaw
Nature is perturbed
Morning and evening
And I his child the more
In this cistern of cold
They themselves blanketed in wool
Look like chimps
Wild and tough to cold
I am blind and lost
With no one to rescue me
From the paw of cold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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