resplendent
a secret of that chic saloon
she lately had emerged from her cocoon
for 'painted-lady's' beauty care
now reflexing in the nail-bar
at a corner of the square
indulged her sensuality
summoning fritillaries
colour-charts of butterflies
which zigged and zagged across the sky
and Emperors and Monarchs came
with flower-heads
and magnums of champagne
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I saw your title and immediately thought of butterflies. Sure enough, you have some in your poem. I enjoyed reading it. Please read my poem BUTTERFLY OF DEATH. Thanks.