He watches her on TV each night
marvelling at her dignity
With emerald eyes and golden hair
He cries out “what a beauty! ”
He feels ashamed at his coarse voice
And stares at his swarthy skin
Apologizes for his behaviour
And thinks “what a pity! ”
He doesn’t want to know that she is
In all these nights a Beast;
While he is the Beauty
Mirrored in her burned glasses;
With no longing to see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So wisey envisioned and nicely depicted. Beautigful poem shared. Thanks. .....10