Outside—
human sized trees
phantasmagoric figures
snowcapped
as if lurching through the slant blizzard
limbs and wands raised, half-mantled, gleaming
on the topside of branches
sky: an ocean of frozen silver
hedges & bushes bobbed in snowfur
avians dawn patrol, flit, fly, gone
to the unheard music
of frostlike sugar, sweet and looking salty
this toothache awaits the transcendent
blizzard in water with effusion of jet engines
across a rainy sky, the nibbled half-moon tablet
through falling snowflakes
rising in a tidal wave
oscillating out of orbit inside the glass tumbler
scintillating distant stars to ease the pain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem