There revealed from a bend in the river
Was the most perfect of little towns
A cathedral's cupolas crowning the bluff:
At the wharf a nose-bagged nag
And his tipsy, sleepy drosky driver.
Sophia, this is peaceful perfection
A place for us both to paint, to love:
I will be your frog here by the river
And you can sing to me from a terrace
And kiss me that I become a prince.
I have one small secret though
As an artist I despise the ordinary
And as a frog, I eat grasshoppers:
Be sure that you can set aside
The loss of everyday goodness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear poet, A nice poem.the exitence of such natural entity is a trodden in modern times which I reflects in my poem The Beings' Silent Request' may U. come across. Thank U for sharing Ur. poem.