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Rome, Italy

March 2010

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“A man within a woman, nay, a god,
Speaks through her spoken word:
I therefore, who have heard,
Must suffer change, and shall be mine no more.
She lured me from the paths I whilom trod.
Borne from my former state by her away,
I stand aloof, and mine own self deplore.
Above all vain desire
The beauty of her face doth lift my clay;
All lesser loveliness seems charnel mire.
O lady, who through fire
And water leadest souls to joys eterne,
Let me no more unto myself return.”
— Michelangelo

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Florence, Italy

March 2010

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“I slow diver won’t touch
the rock bottom of youth

now I fish out only
salty broken torsos

Apollo appears to me in dreams
with the face of a fallen Persian

poetry’s auguries are false
it all happened differently

the epic’s fire was different
the city’s fire was different

heroes did not return from the expedition
there were no heroes
the unworthy survived

I am seeking a statue
drowned in my youth

only an empty pedestal remains—
the trace of a hand seeking a form”

—from “To Apollo,” by Zbigniew Herbert

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Venice, Italy

March 2010

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“I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs,
A palace and a prison on each hand:
I saw from out the wave her structures rise
As from the stroke of the enchanter’s wand:
A thousand years their cloudy wings expand
Around me, and a dying Glory smiles
O’er the far times, when many a subject land
Looked to the wingéd Lion’s marble piles,
Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles!

“In Venice Tasso’s echoes are no more,
And silent rows the songless gondolier;
Her palaces are crumbling to the shore,
And music meets not always now the ear:
Those days are gone–but Beauty still is here;
States fall, arts fade–but Nature doth not die,
Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear,
The pleasant place of all festivity,
The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy!”
— from “Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage,” by Lord Byron

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