I saw a Flower yet a Queen of Pain
Flourish by the edge of a street
Most hidden in an asphalt plain.
Ah! verse Ah! verse experiment
My Monsignor: how many
The twists and turns!
Like Midas the Poet-Seer touches
Things that be not gold, yet gold
At the mere touch they light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem