The Painter’s Garden.
Art installs idea with painting brush,
A true artist endows sense in his canvas.
The seeds he plants from his brain,
There might be there some chaffy grains,
Some cankers may aspire a cider tree,
The painter with eagle’s eye should make that free.
Art mirrors life up to nature,
And crystals the eye to feel the mystery beyond the apparent,
The inky tales, sprout well, and project life ever present.
No infatuation to please,
No weakness to tease,
There can be in artist’s field,
Art translates imagination into reality,
And a part of Unconscious, -the artist builds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem