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In This Winter

Translated from the Bengali: Sofiul Azam

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And these buildings wearing out this winter's heart – 

each one has long stood like a colossal winter, 

limbs of these lie frozen stiff in the fog, their 

windowpanes as if chunks of ice – endlessly melting away. 

Up on the roof of another, we watch out for all these – 

that's another boulder of winter, too. Overwhelmed, 

we all are praising this winter's loveliness, 

with hands deep into pockets, clutching hard 

at all of our warm clothes worth any winter. 

Down, way down at the basements of these buildings, 

people are rushing to the rhythm of insects, 

the winter has skidded underneath their feet, 

stuck in the ground, in every stride of theirs. 

And these buildings wearing out this winter's heart – 

each one has long stood like a colossal winter.

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