through naked branches

winter tree, carte postale yes - we are.are simply hereand filled by a slow songwe knew existedthat no ear has ever heard,but that was here before roots took holdand before day emerged from its skin.text by tarjei vesaas, from ved neste skar (the next pass) in lykka for ferdesmenn (wanderer's happiness), 1949title from through naked branches - selected poems of tarjei vesaas, princeton university