Look at my verse, my Monsignor!
Now it winds round a circle
Round
Now straight as arrow
Flies
Now in the limelight
Thrives
But mostly in sweet humility
Hides
In fields and country
Where few feet come.
Look, read, my Monsignor!
If you will to be, there be
Propensity to be!
And
You will be Poet Seer
Too, my Monsignor!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem