Her mother often told Liddy Soledad
that beauty lies within,
that pretty girls are often grandiose.
Naturally, such lachrymose
intimations pierced her heart like a pin
and made her withraw and turn morose
when approached by local men.
Though perhaps it’s true,
that my own mother thinks I’m plain,
I’d rather she had let me find it out myself,
than to wrestle with this pain.
For Liddy Soledad was the prettiest girl
for many a mile;
but her beauty never surfaced to the top
because she could not smile.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem