Best Piazza Poems

...I can still recall the look upon His face

Each thought still makes me go to that enchanting place

The vernal air was floral sweet and honey breezed

 We roamed along Venice's zigzagge......

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...Giant poet gem, Tagore’s story-poem: NISKRITI,
Is a piazza perched paved and perfectly paced beauty;
Scale model of a castle of vast poetic kingdom,
That has spread into an empire of Indian wisdom......

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...(It was 1860 when the English poet Robert Browning
stumbled upon an interesting artefact as he walked
through the city of Florence.  It was a file of documents
from an old Italian criminal trial, ......

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...THE HOUSE OF LORDS

I am from The House of Lords
where men are great and women are whores.
	
I am travelling to the home front to inform
my country that war is to come.

Our rivals ar......

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...Dopo lunghe vicende della vita
Mi ritrovai seduto su un divano       
Con un telecomando fra le dita.
When my life struggles were to their end
I found myself sitting on a sofa
Holding a tv  contr......

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...Prevarication permits pretend perception, presenting
piquantly piqued, pimply pimping playboy, plucky
pulchritudinous previously pusillanimous, prevalently
puckish, psychic packman, pokemon playin......

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...My Dream Vacation

                  To return once more to Italy where the forgotten places
                    still remain in harmony, echoing, antiquities graces.

                    A priv......

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...Alone and waiting in a corner of the piazzA
I can feel my heart race and throB
The night is warm and the mood is romantiC
Sweet scents of flowers wafteD
In the evening breezE
I close my eyes and......

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...Sticky, humid, skin
Sweltering inferno blaze
Summer has no wind

The flies are dizzy
Joy hums from each piazza 
Two views of day's rot

The hydrant founts glee
No rain promised in the sky
W......

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...Chartreuse tassels hang quiet, still
Birds joyfully sing love's song
Roosters' melodies fill the hollow
Each greet spring gone so long

Charcoal clouds ruffled across blue
Cobalt could brin......

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...Everywhere and nowhere
or a bit to the left
in the yellow bending of the fall.

Along the street of the lost
leaves which ever led us
to the Piazza Navona...

The dark star entered my eye
it......

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...   
June the most beautiful month, delivered the most angelic Angels
                         I
                   Poetically
Extend My Warm Congratulations 
To every Beautifully Heav......

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...Is it the fog or is it just the steam
That's rising from Italian coffee cups?
Today I wonder if the sunlight beam
Was ever cherished by the grownups.

The fog makes blurry things that once were ......

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...They wait perfumed in fresh clothes,
The kids, at the top of the stairs;
We’ll be back by evening Auntie, says the mother,
C’mon or we’ll miss the corriera. 
They troop off down the stai......

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...In early April the bus from Lecce
				unloads us at the fabled fish market.
				The place is shuttered down, not even
				the scent of chowders past lingering
				in the air. The only hint of Jun......

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