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In the dream I am in Florence again, in Piazza Santa Croce,
and I spin in a crowd of strangers, my eyes closed.
All around me Italian voices pulse and glow like blood-
orange roofs on the houses and the Duomo in late afternoon.
The Arno pulls past—a slow train—azzurro, azzurro,
a sky rinsed in blue above me. In the dream, I, too,
am buffed gold, levitating to the music of language
stitched by Dante and Petrarch. Such words
built for beauty, for artists and poets, for lovers
and ruins. Salt and sea waters wash over me, dazzle
with light and the slippage of moon over bridges.
Language is a song of loose coins, spilling down
from the fountains. Then bells of the Duomo ring
out over Firenze. A chorus and choir, a volta!
As vowels sail off the ends of each word.
Sharon Fagan McDermott’s most recent book is Life without Furniture (Jacar, 2020).
Copyright 2020 Sharon Fagan McDermott
Beautiful ❤️
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An absolutely goooooorgeous poem. Leaves an afterglow.
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Thanks so much, rosemaryboehm! I appreciate your kind words (though it took me many months to read them…)
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Bellissimo!
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Thank you, my friend. I appreciate this comment!
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Beautiful!
So much ugliness these days, it’s nice to disappear into this lovely painting/poem for a few moments.
“The Arno pulls past—a slow train—azzurro, azzurro,
a sky rinsed in blue above me.”
I’ve never been. Your words remind me that I must.
Thank you.
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Thanks, Jose. I love this poem as well. A moment of joy…
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Thank you so much, Jose! What a lovely, kind note you left back in January–and here I’m finally revisiting this poem in November 2021. But the kindness is all the sweeter today. Sharon
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Love this. Was in Glorence in October before pandemic.
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Florence!!!!
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Barbara: you are such a generous reader to us all here on Vox Populi! I appreciate and admire how you support others in the poetry world so much!
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Such lovely language! Colours! Sounds! Vowels sail off the ends of words. Tea and words to start the day
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Daninmaya: thank you so much. I (obviously) don’t always check back on comments, but I should have this day! I really appreciate it.
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