by Ahmed Nakib <br /> <br />And these buildings wearing out this winter’s heart – <br />each one has long stood like a colossal winter, <br />limbs of these lie frozen stiff in the fog, their <br />windowpanes as if chunks of ice – endlessly melting away. <br />Up on the roof of another, we watch out for all these – <br />that’s another boulder of winter, too. Overwhelmed, <br />we all are praising this winter’s loveliness, <br />with hands deep into pockets, clutching hard <br />at all of our warm clothes worth any winter. <br /> <br />Down, way down at the basements of these buildings, <br />people are rushing to the rhythm of insects, <br />the winter has skidded underneath their feet, <br />stuck in the ground, in every stride of theirs. <br /> <br />And these buildings wearing out this winter’s heart – <br />each one has long stood like a colossal winter. <br /> <br /> <br />Translated by Sofiul Azam<br /><br />Sofiul Azam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/worth-this-winter/
