Birth of Eventually Venus

Cast up by the sea

By the seventh wave

Beyond the sea reach

In the rubble of weed and

Wet twig

The not yet amphibious

Animalcula

Gasps and wiggles on the beach

Gathering her long gold hair about her

And gazing with pure eyes

Upon the unknown world

POEM

Who of us all have seen

Nakedness?

Leaning above the wash stones by the river

The skirt pulls close at the knee, the breasts show

That, or an arm withdrawn as the door closes

But the bare thighs are animals lying in leaves,

The belly is secret as tigers running in sun ripple

Who among us have seen these nude girls

more than we've seen

The wind's shape under the silk in the doorway?