These frozen eyes of winter glittering so cruel
Like scorching flames of fire, the icy hearts could melt,
When hearts could make the flame to eye the night so cool
And cool the night in winter, their inner songs to bent.
But winter's heart, so cool in light, in ice love dwelt
And dwelt in our song igloo like a piece of flame,
When flames are hearts of sorrow needing songs to belt
And the heart is a scene, on which we sing for fame.
Poem by Marieta Maglas
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem