anitajupiter
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 Posted: 01/05/2008 13:02 Post subject: Vitas-Winter |
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Winter (Zima)
At the edge of the woods
Winter lived in a small house
She pickled snowballs
In a birch tub
She spinned yarn
And weaved sackcloth
She forged Ice bridges
Over the rivers
The ice ceiling...
The creaking door...
Thorny darkness
Outside the rough wall...
As soon as you cross the threshold
You see rime everywhere
And the vapour of intense blue
Oozing out of the windows
The ice ceiling...
The creaking door...
Thorny darkness
Outside the rough wall...
As soon as you cross the threshold
You see rime everywhere
And the vapour of intense blue
Oozing out of the windows
She went hunting
And faceted silver
She put the thin moon
Into a crystal bucket
She made fur coats for trees
She blazed a sleigh-road
And then hurried to the woods
To take a rest in her house
The ice ceiling...
The creaking door...
Thorny darkness
Outside the rough wall...
As soon as you cross the threshold
You see rime everywhere
And the vapour of intense blue
Oozing out of the windows
The ice ceiling...
The creaking door...
Thorny darkness
Outside the rough wall...
As soon as you cross the threshold
You see rime everywhere
And the vapour of intense blue
Oozing out of the windows |
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