Slight as birds
Not in flight,
But well placed
Between hill and
Village, snow as it is;
Balanced, neutral.
Greyheads, silver-eyed
Drown in tweed,
Beyond manshape,
They ballet over ice,
Horse-footed,
Terse with God,
Wordless,
Sort of half alive,
Drawn against the white
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I would like to translate this poem
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