a puzzle of rivers and ice
a dead fish dances under a witch`s dress
birthless you have become an ancient fir
seagulls bend slowly in the salt air
and chatter over the freezing whores;
the sinewed ships are full of string
and cloth and wood that strain
out the songs of men lost to earth,
so pull through the alleys full of water,
thick-footed with the glazed eyes of fish,
winter`s door ever open,
drawn from the coast to higher ground;
pure and wolf with frost.
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I would like to translate this poem
Last 3 lines are a poetic delight! Great work Leslie.10.