I remember the words that my grandfather spoke,
When we went for a walk in the white, silent snow:
The snow stays so quiet while icy and living,
It only speaks out in its ultimate woe.
(1980)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So beautiful. Reminds me of when my daughter was young and we would go for walks in the middle of the night when snowing. Even as a child she found the beauty in the quiet and stillness with just the every once in a while creak of tree branches. Thanks for for bringing to mind a treasured memory. Wonderful write!