An undaunted honey-suckle
is climbing up across an aristocrat wall
jolly conceited to sport a Hellenic mural.
The Grecian vanity
sneers at the climbing up beauty
and at its neoclassical audacity.
But when the fatherly eye of the day
sees the courage only with a golden smile,
the silver mother drives away the glances dark and vile.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem