This first draft of Capricorn, never published before in English, is Henry Miller's response to his chaotic years with June, rumination on his first wife Beatrice, and his reaction to the still-birth of his child with Anais Nin in 1934. This version of the Tropic of Capricorn was Miller's attempt to show the struggle to make art in a wave of free association, through the world of sex and desire, in a lust for the extraordinary. It's a gasping, ranting poem to Her, whether it be June, Anais or the place be Paris: Her lethargy, her dream-like quality, her somnolescence that statue falling asleep I had entered on a new life and nothing would deter me
