I agree with Lee, wanted to note the translation's excellence, the haunting, almost eery assonant echo of 'call' and 'cosmos' nailed, for this reader, in the Goliath of the cosmos, at which the pebble of the robin's call hurls its fearless, plaintive song..
I love the reach of this tiny poem. In the Midwest robins were a first sign of spring, the Big Wheel turning.
Yes, love that.
I agree with Lee, wanted to note the translation's excellence, the haunting, almost eery assonant echo of 'call' and 'cosmos' nailed, for this reader, in the Goliath of the cosmos, at which the pebble of the robin's call hurls its fearless, plaintive song..
Yes, in this case, brevity is the soul of pathos.