A portrait of an artist
Make I,
The artist as a young man,
No, no, young man not,
A young woman.
Sketching the photo of hers,
Want I to hang it on
On the wall of the house,
Decorating it so elegantly,
The portrait of an young artist,
The artist as a young man.
And the art turning it lively,
A girl as a model
Sitting before me
And I drawing her sketches, images,
One of flesh and blood before me
Which but the eyes cannot believe it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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