Venus Transiens

written by


« Reload image

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
Fairer than mine;
And were the painted rosebuds 
He tossed his lady
Of better worth
Than the words I blow about you
To cover your too great loveliness 
As with a gauze
Of misted silver?

For me,
You stand poised
In the blue and buoyant air,
Cinctured by bright winds,
Treading the sunlight.
And the waves which precede you 
Ripple and stir
The sands at my feet.

© Amy Lowell