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Snow beneath whose chilly softness
Some that never lay
Make their first Repose this Winter
I admonish Thee
Blanket Wealthier the Neighbor
We so new bestow
Than thine acclimated Creature
Wilt Thou, Austere Snow?
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I would like to translate this poem
She is so subtle and profound. She does so much with these two short stanzas- she puts our emotions into play with her every word. Snow- -so beautiful, silent and cold. Grief- -death so silent and cold.