Is there anything
In the world sadder
Than
A train standing
In the rain*
But
Something
That is sadder than
That
Is when a train
Passes away
Through a road crossing
In the coldest
Frozen morning
* Pablo Neruda (from the Book of Questions)
9/2/2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hmmmmmmmm...i can just imagine........the cold morning, the train, the rain...........and sadness like a blanket.............superb