Epigram on a luxurious ivy plant
-To Aristotle the Stagirite
With delicate leaves full of green sunlight,
An ivy plant grows and flows in warm delight.
In a window, facing the morning sun,
It unfurls its moistened leaves all one by one,
Holding the moisture of now departed night,
In which is drawn a brighter inflected light.
And thus does sensuous nature grow:
Growing as nature’s pleasure shows.