•  Yellow Iris II

    A poem by Mediana Stan, illustrated by Szitai György-Ferenc, translated by Rafael Manory


    In the morning, Mr. Beaver
    Throws himself into the river.
    Swims to the reeds, through water cold,
    Snatches the iris of gold.

    On his back he floats in silence
    Using his flat paws for balance.
    Brings the iris to his nose,
    Its perfume is... gorgeous.

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