This poem is taken from PN Review 119, Volume 24 Number 3, January - February 1998.

Vous Êtes Plus Beaux Que Vous Ne Pensiez

Kenneth Koch

1.

Botticelli lived
In a little house
In Florence
Italy
He went out
And painted Aphrodite
Standing on some air
Above a shell
On some waves
And he felt happy
He
Went into a café
And cried
I'll buy
Everybody a drink
And for me
A punt e mes
Celebrities thronged
To look at his painting
Never had anyone seen
So beautiful a painted girl
...

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