The morning air delivered its letters with stamps that glowed.
The snow shone and all burdens lightened—a kilo weighed just 700 grams.
The sun was high over the ice hovering on the spot both warm and cold.
The wind came out gently as if it were pushing a pram.
Families came out, they saw open sky for the first time in ages.
we found ourselves in the first chapter of a very gripping story.
The sunshine stuck to all the fur caps like pollen on bees
and the sunshine stuck to the name wINTER and stayed there till winter was over.
A still life of logs on the snow made on thoughtful. I asked them:
"Are you coming along to my childhood?" They answered "Yes."
In among the copses there was a murmuring of words in a new language:
the vowels were blue sky and the consonants were black twigs and the speech was soft over the snow.
But the jet plane curtsying in its skirts of noise
made the silence on earth even stronger.
中译 by 李笠译 英译 by Robin Fulton
It's frost and sun; the day is fine!
You still are drowsing, my friend
But, dear Beauty, it is time
To wake up, and your eyes unveil
From force of luxury to star
Of North Aurora - be a north star!
The former evening - you remember,
The blizzard was in anger. A haze was covering the foggy heaven;
A moon was gleaming yellow
Through darkness of the cloud's veil, and you were sitting sad...
Today, Let's look in window
snow lays under the marvelous blue skies,
As carpet wonderful, in rays
Of sun as brilliants is sparkling;
The only black is forest clear;
The fir-tree through the hoarfrost greening,
And river under ice is glittering.
All room is full of amber shining.
The heated furnace is affable
And gayly cracking. Good to think,
Lying on stove bench. And if
we try to harness a brown mare.
what do you wish?
while slippering along the snow in early morning,
we will be enjoying the run of our impatient horse,
And visit empty fields and forests,
which formerly was rich and thick so,
And to my heart so lovely shore.
Flower of winter, Flower of Spring
A Flower blooms
In winter’s chill
Though Darkness looms
It remains still.
Throughout the storms
Of snow and hail
The Flower forms
Its figure frail
Then springtime dawns
And on the ground
Flower is not gone
Though others abound
A young man sees
The flowers sway
with gentle breeze
He walks their way
And for his maiden
picks one out
Nature’s game played
without a doubt
A Flower picked
For lovers’ will
A Flower born
In winter’s chill
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