In the Happo-En Garden, Tokyo by Linda Pastan
The way a birthmark on a woman's face defines rather than mars her beauty, so the skyscrapers-- those flowers of technology-- reveal the perfection of the garden they surround. Perhaps Eden is buried here in Japan, where an incandescent koi slithers snakelike to the edge of the pond; where a black-haired Eve-san in the petalled folds of a kimono once showed her silken body to the sun, then picked a persimmon and with a small bow bit into it. Copyright © 2014 by Linda Pastan. Used with permission of the author. |
About This Poem "For years I have been obsessed with Eden, and with Eve in particular. So perhaps it's not surprising that while visiting a very different, very beautiful garden in Japan, Eden and Eve came immediately to mind."
--Linda Pastan |
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