Three Short Poems About ItalyA Poem by Leslie Philibertas I see itCapri roofless cubes, spidery with wire cakes of azure and enzian: above at the Villa San Michele Rilke smiles down at the broken beaches, coves of defiant waves, compacted sea Pompeii a chessboard of honest stones, open to a sky of hushed shouts; we huddle in a boned frame of another life, a stopped day Napoli warm and secret, olive-eyed you make a new face as we gaze from a bus ; an act of moment
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Added on April 29, 2017Last Updated on April 29, 2017 AuthorLeslie PhilibertBavaria, GermanyAboutI`m not important. I just want to write a couple of good poems. Just read what I write. That`s enough. more..Writing
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