Your greetings they’ll ignore. With their heads resting on their chests, They seek warmth from their breasts, None affords to lift a head to greet the guests. Vision is limited, The road’s dark and slick. Your extended friendly hand is refused, Not because they are confused; They rather keep their hands where they are warmed. It is frightfully cold. Do not be alarmed…

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Your greetings they’ll ignore.
With their heads resting on their chests,
They seek warmth from their breasts,
None affords to lift a head to greet the guests.
Vision is limited,
The road’s dark and slick.
Your extended friendly hand is refused,
Not because they are confused;
They rather keep their hands where they are warmed.
It is frightfully cold. Do not be alarmed…

Akhavan-Sales (1956) Winter; Quoted in website devoted to the poet, 2013