A novelist who became a poet
after Jude breached probity
found the ease of his early poems
left him often with nothing to do.
He polished his poems
and introduced difficult rhyme
to take up more of his time.
He says he was first
to see cobwebs frosted
as thick white worsted.
He found it impossible to define quite
when snow turns brown to white.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem