‘Paprika! ' said I, 'I will the food to taste
Paprika'
Asked The Monsignor: But does not the Exotic intoxicate?
‘No, no, ' said I ‘my Monsignor for too much dreary has
The Day been and
Then the other days have been, shall be'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem