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A Wintry Garden
A frost-filled snowy winter
When evening descends so early,
Let’s play together, my little child,
In the warm house... Or let’s go together
Into the wintry evening garden. Long ago
I stood here with my mother.
When she was younger... The stars opened up
A fine slit of a snowfall, and the window glimmered.
“My sweetie...,” Why this
Trembling voice? Is it your heart whispering to you,
Or is the white wall protecting you?...
The wintry garden grows dense and darkens...
Little girl of mine—you’re now a mother and wife—
Listen... And someday you’ll understand
This elemental fear floating from the window.