Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Afternoon In February
The day is ending,
The night is descending;
The marsh is frozen,
The river dead.
Through clouds like ashes
The red sun flashes
On village windows
That glimmer red.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poemExcellent portrayal of nature's manifestations during an afternoon in February. Thanks for sharing it here.
Nothing like curling up with a poem by the Master. He has much to teach us about the art of writing.
Through clouds like ashes The red sun flashes On village windows That glimmer red ............like this poem very much....excellent write..
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