I went to the woods
And found each path well cover'd
With leaves fell from trees
I spite the bareness
That let in a grey sky thru
To cloud my fair mind
Still loath'd the bareness
And wish'd 'twas a day in spring
When they bloom fine hues
Leaves crack'd and sticks bent;
They felt the weight of sadness
Pushing thru the woods
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Leaves crack and sticks bend.....wonderful composition and nice work shared really.