En Conduisant En Ville Tard Mettre A La Poste Une Lettre.(Translation) . Poem by Michael Walker
En Conduisant En Ville Tard Mettre A La Poste Une Lettre.(Translation) .
La nuit est froide et neigeuse. La rue principale est deserte.
Les seules choses qui bougent sont des tourbillons de neige.
Tandis que je leve la porte de la boite aux lettres, je sens son fer froid.
Il y a une ambience privee que j'aime beaucoup cette nuit neigeuse.
En me conduisant autour, je vais perdre plus de temps.
-12 March,2018.
'Driving to Town Late to Mail a Letter'.Robert Bly (b.1926) . From 'The Penguin Anthology of 20th. Century American Poetry', p.243. Edited by Rita Dove,
The poem appeals to me because I am that sort of person: I like driving at night and my own space. No one else around.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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