(a poem inspired by Botticelli's Primavera)
My eyes grow moist at such a fecund sight!
There was a time when willing nymphs in white
would swell themselves under my warming gaze,
and would gladly entertain me in ways
that seemed unlikely to my boyish mind.
But now, Apollo's car has overshine'd
My heap of outliv'd days in numbers vast.
And maids with brimful baskets walk on past
with scornful glances or with angry sneers.
Great Gods have mercy and turn back the years!
My eyes grow moist at such a fecund sight!
There was a time when willing nymphs in white
would swell themselves under my warming gaze,
and would gladly entertain me in ways
that seemed unlikely to my boyish mind.
But now, Apollo's car has overshine'd
My heap of outliv'd days in numbers vast.
And maids with brimful baskets walk on past
with scornful glances or with angry sneers.
Great Gods have mercy and turn back the years!
