Transit of Venus

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For some reason this poem seemed appropriate:

Venus Transiens

By Amy Lowell

 

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.