Your hair's bedecked with snowdrops;
at your feet the first greening of crocus
and in between a solitary golden aconite
pushes through the lignite soil's fuse.
Above a robin sings to you - for you alone
while on steel wings a high buzzard mews.
Perhaps you can feel spring becoming but
I would you could see it from where I stand.
Even more, I wish I could feel the soft
impress of your loving hand in mine
as it was at the end of last winter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
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