Never Forget
Venice
A postcard came
from Venice
Spinster sisters who make lamps
and sell them from a little store
along the tourist walk
remember me
It was the Grand
Canal they sent
a profile
as from a slicing of the eye
not where grandness overcomes the tourist in St. Mark’s
but where the waters start their snaking run
as you exit the railroad station
and are faced with steps
leading to the drink
A life I used to
know came back to me--
first fears, first love
the emblem-lion of Saint Mark
who could have roared but never did
from marble plaques in the town of my birth
Wild-maned he was
and kind
his gentle paw steadying an open book
that wished but peace
to a man who bore my second name
It was
a life I used to have
How do I release
it
and re-live it now
on days when leaves must be blown from the lawn
the roof’s in need of silicone
and a postcard beckons--
Venice
with its past
the fury of its grandeur
(eleven thousand ships they owned one time)
and sailors’ hearts that sang of beauty
the mirror sea
the diamond sky
the clouds come from the Alps
swept by a playful air
whisked and smoothed
so one could stare at them forever
so close they seemed
to the meaning of the Almighty
A film
was made in the Eighties
it’s title: FORGET VENICE
As you can see
for me there’s not a chance
How do I say no
to Titian’s Mother Mary
gently ascending full-bodied
from the most open of spaces
up into the house of the Lord
How do I say no
to Giovanni Bellini
whose lizard greens and deeply mournful blues
mix the sacred with our daily tribulations
on one plane
the grand plane of the spirit of art
No
I can’t forget Venice
and if you said to me
here!
go stand against the wall
under the plaques to pope John
and pope Luciani
next to the entrance of their patriarchal palace
I’d be a puddle soon
meltdown would come
my one regret not reading those lines again
that tell what hearts and minds did care
for the people of Venice from that place
Dearest priests
of mine
what love you gave each day
as you paced the narrow streets of your city
curious
asking of one and of another
so that brotherhood was all
and not your high estate
nor the cloth one wore
to speak with you
No
I’ll never forget Venice
It’s my heart
my lullabies
the world that formed the men I’ve loved
FATHER UNCLE GRANDFATHER
UPRIGHTNESS herself
and open arms waiting
a mighty force, a goodly smile
and kinder eyes
that tell me
when I’m out blowing leaves
NEVER
FORGET
VENICE
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