TILL HUMAN VOICES WAKE US AND...
old house
the snow
climbs the stairs
asleep
on a rusted bed
snow
the snow
looks out the window
at itself falling
the snow
has the house
to itself
the snow
startled out of its sleep
by a human intent on remembering
the snow
more at ease inside
than the human
the human
tears in its eyes
the snow smiles
snow now
both
inside/outside
human footsteps
the snow
covers them up
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I would like to translate this poem
Thanks for sharing sir, I do enjoy. Like the diction, simple and precise