Wiedersehen In Howards End
Rome.Open city.
Unreal with paling light,
singular with stone and ochre.
Gods dyed with dust,
the unquiet dead corded
with white marble.
Heaven`s steps so cruel with belief.
My hotel.Forster. Only connect.
Words cool and dry,
the idea of a lost kingdom.
Far from the noise of this,
in shade,under pines.
Copyright © Leslie Philibert | Year Posted 2015
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