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Poem	Lingo of birds was easier than lingo of peasants- they were elusive, though, the birds, for excellent reasons. He thought of Virgil, Virgil who wasn't there to chat with. History he never forgave for letting Latin lapse into Italian, a renegade jabbering musical enough but not enough to call music So he conversed with stones, imperial and papal. Even the preposterous popes he could condone a moment for the clean arrogance of their inscriptions. He asked the Italians only to leave him in the past alone, but this was what they emphatically never did. Being the present, they never ceased to celebrate it. Something was always brushing him on the street, satyr or saint-impossible to say which the more foreign. At home he was called touchy; here he knew he was. Impossible to say. The dazzling nude with sex lovingly displayed like carven fruit, the black robe sweeping a holy and unholy dust. Always the flesh whether to lacerate of kiss- Conspiracy of fauns and clerics smiling back and forth at each other acquiescently through leaves. Caught between wan monastic mountains wearing the tonsure and the all-siren, ever-dimpling sea, he saw (how could he fail?) at heart geography to blame. So home to Concord where (as he might have known he would) he found the Italy he wanted to remember. Why had he sailed if not for the savour of returning? An Italy distilled of all extreme, conflict, Collusion-an Italy without the Italians- in whose green context he could con again his Virgil. In cedar he read cypress, in the wild apple, olive. His hills would stand up favorably to the hills of Rome. His arrowheads could hold their own with are Etruscan. And Walden clearly was his Mediterranean whose infinite colors were his picture gallery. How far his little boat transported him-how far. He coughed discreetly and we likewise coughed; we waited and we heard him clear his throat. How to be perfect prisoners of the past this was the thing but now he too is past. Shall we go sit beside the Mississippi and watch the riffraft driftwood floating by?
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