Anaïs Nin

The Diary Of Anaïs Nin

November 9, 2011 Anaïs Nin 0

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, incen... »

The Estate
The estate in which our bored Yevgeny
Now lived, was in fact a fine retreat:
There a lover of the simpler pleasures
Would thank the heavens for his fate.
His mansion house was solitary,
Sheltered by hills in windy weather,
And stood by a river. Stretching away
Far off the meadows were bright and gay
With flowers, and the cornfields golden.
And here was a hamlet, there another,
And cattle wandered the meadows at random,
While shade was cast both deep and wide
By a huge garden all overgrown,
For the pensive Dryads a secret home.

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