Ever since
I saw a quince
in perfect bloom
I have to swoon.
Those blushed globe flowers
in both sun and showers
enchant my heart -
and it is their art
as I pass by
to make me stop awhile and sigh.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love it, and what a great title for a poem. It begs you to read it.