A line-by-line paraphrased translation of the poem is needed as well as a theme statement about the poem. This is in regard to the image and the poem is titled "Woods" written by Naomi Shihab Nye

The silence of a desk is good to return to after conversation with human beings where sentences went up and some went down. The drawers in a desk are smaller than the drawers of the heart but more predictable. If you place something here, it will be waiting when you get back. Hard to imagine the heart being so plain, holding no more than what it is given when all around the earth stretches out its giant fields. The heart coasts through fields, gathering The heart comes and goes like a crow. While the desk waits in the room where light and dark revolve so quietly it is as if nothing happens, as if the shadow sleeping inside the wood slides out for a few hours and folds in again, still empty. As if the papers with words on them were written by wood that, slowly, would last that long.