North metal crumbles, but spares glass.
Teaches larynx pronounce "Let".
The cold brought me, and put a feather
in fingers, to warm them in handfuls.
freezing, I see, both sea
the sun goes down and no one around.
Whether the heel slips on the ice, whether the land itself
And in my mouth, wherein put laughter
or speech, or hot tea,
all distinctly hear a snow
and blackens, that your Sedov, "goodbye".
1975 – 1976