Within a cave, wintering in...
no deeper lurking than in such long gloom.
Human hibernation is an incubation
that encounters a bear,
watches birds fly south,
imagines being all the beasts in turn.
That's when the stories stir.
They have to be spoken,
so words come to give them wings
out of the people's mouths.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem