Monday, August 30, 2010

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Rome - life, art, stones - Travel Series

Today in Rome, heading down
Michelangelo’s Spanish Steps,
under an unchanging moon,
I held on to the balustrade,
grateful for his giving me a hand.
All for love, I stumbled over the past
as if it were my own feet. Here, in my twenties,
I was lost in love and poetry. Along the Tiber,
I made up Cubist Shakespearean games.
I played with an ignorant mirror for an audience:
myself, embroiled with personage
from Antony and Cleopatra. Delusions of grandeur!
They were for a time my foul-weather friends—
as once I played with soldiers
on the mountainous countryside of a purple blanket.

Stanley Moss, “Return to Rome” from A History of Color: New and Collected Poems.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

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