Multiple poems at a time |
Bleak was the view outside the building.
Teeth of the children chattered
like the rustling twigs on the plain.
No longer able to watch the students' suffering,
the young teacher slowly lifted the globe,
and decisively ____insert____ed his first and middle fingers
into the notorious wind gap in the Altai Mountains.
At once the sound of the wind died down.
The sun shone through the window panes.
Flowers bloomed and birds sang along.
But that was a temporary lull,
After which, the emotional teacher cried out
And fell down on the ground, deathly pale,
The two fingers of his right hand darkening.
As for the globe, hard ice, two fingers deep
Spread over the long and narrow land
between the Tianshan and the Altai Mountains.