“O gentle tips of camellias, perfumed and filling the air with sweetness Blue veins in the tips of fragile petals, and the temples of young virgins Clover honey and honeysuckle nectar, Unfound yet by desirous bees New ripeness and joy I offer you, that you may hear me. Light as the foam upon the deep ocean I worship you, Venus, in your many forms. Curved as the many shells which line beaches and shores Gentle as the doves which coo and play together in the skies Coy as a young coquette, blushing before her mirror Merry as maidens about to play a trick on their beloved Sweet as new lust and love, beneath the willows by the river Rippling as laughter, being chased and caught and again escaping. I worship your statues, at noon and early evening With baskets of fruit and roses, and scented candles You smile at me from within their buds, from the waters of their fluted vases, from the centers of ripe melons I see your gentle laughter and mocking smile whenever I turn my head Come, look down upon your devotee and worshiper Who loves you for all of the trouble you get into Who tries earnestly to help you As you laugh, and it all disappears. I try clumsily to play with you in your delicate games Though my lightest, feathery thought is as heavy as a stone before you. Do not punish me with loss of your presence The coldness, the lack of laughter, the tears of loneliness Do not leave me to fulfill the endless tasks of life Without reason or joy Do not make me a sage, wise and yet alone. Only make me your voice, your servant, your footstool That I may bask in your joyful presence forever Gathering flowers and strewing them Laughing and roaming through city and countryside Offering to all that I meet Your gentle, mocking love.”
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