Kate Larson, Carol Ulverness-
19-year-old goddesses
I knew at college:
beauty so inward and effortless-
like Botticelli's 'The Birth of Venus'-
that that of even the most celebrated actresses and models
seems to be contrived and self-conscious.
Like all of us, they're in their 40's now-
I wonder what they're like....
Does some inner flame
still illuminate their faces and bodies?
Or were they flowers-
whose petals now have faded and fallen?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely articulated thoughts about old girl-friends or college mates. This is very common to look back and imagine if the intervening years have taken their toll of the charm of those lovely faces. Thanks.