John Heaton (jheaton) wrote,
John Heaton
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Poet's Corner: Winter

Winter

It’s night, a bitter winter. You raise
the drapes a little and peer out. Your hair
blows wildly; joy suddenly
opens wide your black eyes,
and what you saw—it was an image
of the world’s end—comforts
your inmost heart, warms and eases it.

A man ventures out on a lake
of ice, under a crooked streetlamp.

Umberto Saba (1883 – 1957)
Translated by George Hochfield and Leonard Nathan (1924 – 2007)

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