Lately winter came,
And gathered up in its arms
All its fixed frost
And sterile woodlands,
Its clusters of books
And tatters, old lumber,
And heaved it all out
Into spring to replenish
With life and colour.
And the country animates
In ugly blossoms,
Feral shoots on the fringe
Of these metropoles,
Inclined to nurture
Their flavorous herbs
Beside the butter-dish,
A newspaper folded
Across a rocking chair.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love this poem, the imagery is lovely, especially the first stanza with the the wintry sites gathered up in the arms. Great piece of poetry. HG: -) xx