In the Happo-En Garden, Tokyo
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.
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."
The author of many collections of poetry, Linda Pastan's book Carnival Evening: New and Selected Poems 1968-1998 was nominated for the National Book Award
Date Published: 2014-04-07
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/happo-en-garden-tokyo