The half-stripped trees
struck by a wind together,
bending all,
the leaves flutter drily
and refuse to let go
or driven like hail
stream bitterly out to one side
and fall
where the salvias, hard carmine--
like no leaf that ever was--
edge the bare garden.
The half-stripped trees struck by a wind together, bending all, The great poet noted these features of the coming winter, a tryue barren situation, so harsh and inhuman, all those stripped trees bending all.5 Stars full!
A well executed poem on winter and its influence on trees. Full stars.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes acn feel the winter coming. Nice poem.