Anaïs Nin

(21 February 1903 – 14 January 1977 / Neuilly)

Anaïs Nin Poems

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  • Nicole Settimi Nicole Settimi (6/14/2018 8:10:00 AM)

    Does anybody know where she says the quote on Miller? HUGE fan of hers and do not recall reading this ever in her diaries and especially about Miller. Unless of course it is a chopped quote where she elaborates that while she didn't love his language she loved other things about his writing. If that is the case I would like the full quote because what is above is very deceiving, especially since she is a driving force behind the launch of his writing career.

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  • Martin O'Neill Martin O'Neill (3/22/2012 4:03:00 PM)

    Her comments about her father reinforce my belief about the Christian comment 'Thou shalt honour thy father and mother' which is - Why? Because they are older, your parents, wise, live in the same house, drink too much, abuse you, live as criminals, run an international aid agency?
    Respect is EARNED, not imposed by some animal sacrificing primitive's idea of what I should do according to HIS mores.
    Hurrah for Anais.

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  • Paul Herron (12/12/2009 11:04:00 AM)

    To see other poems and information about Anais Nin, visit http: //anaisninblog.skybluepress.com We have translated two childhood poems from the French: 'Birth' and 'The Storm.'

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Best Poem of Anaïs Nin

The Diary Of Anaïs Nin, Volume 1: 1931-1934

"Am I, at bottom, that fervent little Spanish Catholic child who chastised herself for loving toys, who forbade herself the enjoyment of sweet foods, who practiced silence, who humiliated her pride, who adored symbols, statues, burning candles, incense, the caress of nuns, organ music, for whom Communion was a great event? I was so exalted by the idea of eating Jesus's flesh and drinking His blood that I couldn't swallow the host well, and I dreaded harming the it. I visualized Christ descending into my heart so realistically (I was a realist then!) that I could see Him walking down the stairs...

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