who then rings
thy solitary bell
whose voice cuts through
the mist
and lowly darkness
winter's eve
there far off
screaming fox
when unseen eyes
then look upon
from trees that hide
in cloak
and footsteps
cast a moments chill
in nights a'slashing
throat
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I would like to translate this poem
footsteps cast a moments chill in nights a'slashing throat.. very fine expressions.. very original thought. thank u dear poet. tony
thanksfor your comment, .,