the strange girl
guilt-stricken halts, pales
clings to the prince
hectic music, cocktail talk
she hears the caustic
ticking of the clock
the prince leans to the girl
her green eyes slant
hair flaring in a fan of silver
revolving tall glass hall
guests slide gliding
into light like wine
rose candles flicker
on the lilac wall
a million flagons shine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
...............excellent tribute to Sylvia, thank you for sharing ★