Frost Budding Poem by Hans Raimund
Frost Budding
On his brow which
Bleeds quietly
A picture
One of many
Intersecting with others
Dissolving branching out
At the edges into
The depths where it
Breath-stoppingly
Sprouts in places
That never pricked
An eye the layers
Of ice breaking
before it
Takes itself back again
Limp before the ascent
Of the blossom
paling
Translated by David Chorlton
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