Pearls of morning dew
Glisten in heavenly sun
On velvet petalled purity
Where life itself begun
Like tears their sent cascading
By honey pollen thieves
To the toils of spider lattice
Woven amongst the leaves
On stems of thorny peril
Almost regal in their pose
The air all hung with sweetness
The scent of an English Rose
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The imagery is incredible, the sentiment perfect. I have written a few poems myself, but compared to what I have read here mine seem so “amateurish” I have greatly enjoyed reading all of your work.