A Girl With The Fan Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

With her smile naive
with the fan in the hand, bizarre
a girl is looking at me
from the Renoire portrait
And I am stretching hands
out in order to give them
to the girl
perhaps she will descend
from these frames to me here,
because for her I have:


Hot heart, flowers on the meadow,
noise of wild willow, and sea waves,
thousands of kisses,
as the supply
of love alcoholic beverages
and for her I have joyful raptures...


When I am looking into her eyes,
I see glitter,
what is reflecting oneself
in the fireplace the spark is sparkling,
and these eyes for me are gleaming
her smile proves, that the heart
is supporting somebody
so I am stretching hands out
and quietly I am saying, come
because... I have for you:


Hot heart, flowers on the meadow,
noise of wild willow, and sea waves,
thousands of kisses,
as the supply
of love alcoholic beverages
and for her I have joyful raptures...