In winter the black nights press the question
Is this all there is?
Cold in a cluttered room
Wearing gloves to write?
Customary diversions of the mind
Work poorly in these cold darknesses.
But my neighbor, a stranger, helps to push my ailing car,
And after freezing rain
Ice trees glitter in the lights.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem