The Sad Voices--- Las voces tristes...

Over the white steppes
the sledge slides along;
the distant howling of the wolves
joins with the snorting pants of the dogs.

Easter is ended,
It snows or ?
It seems as if space is covered
by a veil,
adorned with lilies
on the wing of the cold north wind.

The endless whiteness:
over a vast desert
floats a vague sensation of anguish,
of supreme abandonment,
of deep and dark
discouragement.

A lone pine
makes itself evident from far off,
in an underworld of fog and snow,
like a huge skeleton.

Between the two shrouds
of the earth and sky,
the sun advances
in the coming spring...