Venus Transiens
Amy Lowell (February 9, 1874 – May 12, 1925)

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.

The Lover Speaks
E. E. Cummings (October 14, 1894 – September 3, 1962)

Over the wires came leaping

and I felt suddenly


With the jostling and shouting of merry flowers

wee skipping high-heeled flames

courtesied before my eyes

or twinkling over to my side

Looked up

with impertinently exquisite faces

floating hands were laid upon me

I was whirled and tossed into delicious dancing



with the pale important

stars and the Humorous


dear girl

How I was crazy how I cried when I heard

over time

and tide and death



your voice

8 thoughts on “February-18

  1. transiens

    blue february
    silvertide drift on pale sands
    light gauze of shell mist

    in handpainted air
    cinctured by time and deathtide
    words whirled at my feet

    suddenly dizzy
    I heard you my dancing girl
    ripple-heel skipping

    shouting of rosebuds
    your delicious crazy voice
    plaited in bright winds

    you blow my cover
    with your too great loveliness
    venus on high wire

    poised for the moonstar
    tossed shoreward on silver flames
    I stand in your light

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  2. Treading the Gauze

    Tell me
    Tell me more
    Tell me about the waves
    Jostling the sands I felt ripple and stir
    Tell me about the tide, treading the gauze
    — about death drifting,
    Your transiens voice dizzy
    My vision poised
    Tell me
    Tell me the words.

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  3. I Stir the Sands

    Buoyant waves tossed death at my feet
    Blue hands jostling wires
    Leaping flames
    Misted eyes
    A tide of shouting
    Painted the shell of me
    Floating, drifting shoreward
    As the moon treading sunlight
    Laid me upon sands
    And cried silver

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