First Ice By Andrei Voznesenski (Translated by George Reavey)

A girl freezes in a telephone booth.

In her draughty overcoat she hides

A face all smeared

in lipstick and tears.

She breathes on her thin palms.                   

Her fingers are icicles.  She wears earrings.

She’ll have to walk home alone,

Along the ice-bound street.

First ice.  The very first time.

The first ice of telephone phrases.               

Frozen tears glisten on her cheeks–

The first ice of human hurt.

Teacher Ramirez Opinions:
Well, for me this poem is about the first experience about something, and if we read better the poem, is about depressing, cold, or lonely; an strong and deep emotion is expressed in this poem; I will like to know some first experience in your life!
Write me a comment with your thought!