Poems

To John Keats Great master! Boyish, sympathetic man! Whose orbed and ripened genius lightly hung From life’s slim, twisted tendril and there swung In crimson-sphered completeness; […]

Two Lacquer Prints The Emperor’s Garden ONCE, in the sultry heat of midsummer, An Emperor caused the miniature mountains in his garden To be covered with […]

Venetian Glass As one who sails upon a wide, blue sea Far out of sight of land, his mind intent Upon the sailing of his little […]

Venus Transiens Tell me, Was Venus more beautiful Than you are, When she topped The crinkled waves, Drifting shoreward On her plaited shell? Was Botticelli’s vision […]

White Currants Shall I give you white currants? I do not know why, but I have a sudden fancy for this fruit. At the moment, the […]

Women’s harvest song I am waving a ripe sunflower, I am scattering sunflower pollen to the four world-quarters. I am joyful because of my melons, I […]

Women’s song of the corn How beautiful are the corn rows, Stretching to the morning sun, Stretching to the evening sun. Very beautiful, the long rows […]

Risk And then the day came, when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to Blossom.

The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Volume 1: 1931-1934 “Am I, at bottom, that fervent little Spanish Catholic child who chastised herself for loving toys, who forbade […]

Always For The First Time Always for the first time Hardly do I know you by sight You return at some hour of the night to […]