Ode to the Schwarzwald: पाब्लो नेरुदा पुरस्कार २०१७: सतिश श्रोफ्फ़, नेपाल-जर्मनी ALPINE GRATITUDE (Satis Shroff) The hamlets are scattered, Tucked away in the side valleys and spurs Of the Black Forest, Which was once dark and foreboding. A forest that once conjoured myths, legends And fairy tales. Under the hay and homesteads, You find men and mice, Good natured maids and children, Healthy and happy cows, goats, Sheep and swines. The Schwarzwald farmers paid low taxes, For Nature punished them enough. They couldn’t get rich on the craggy soil, The high elevation and the long, raw winter. Yet the Black Forest forced the soil, To yield millet in Summer, Wheat and barley, Buried beneath a thick mantle of snow. Ah, it’s already past the month of October, The young calves are in the stalls, After a colourful, traditional walk From the higher alpine meadows. There’s corn in the
