Winter Song~Nichita Stănescu

You are so beautiful in winter!

 

The field stretched on its back, near the horizon,

and the trees stopped running from the winter wind ...

 

My nostrils tremble

and no scent

and no breeze

only the distant, icy smell

of the suns.

How transparent your hands are in winter!

And no one passes -

only the white suns revolve in quiet worship.

and the thought spreads in circles

ringing the trees

in twos

in fours.

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