Loggia Poems - Poems about Loggia

...I lounge lazily on my deck chair Up high in the spacious loggia Loafing the time away, patient, waiting..... The ocean ebbs into the small bay As the sun sets far away over the horizon. F......

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...Sitting at my secretaire By the open loggia door Am I here, or somewhere I haven’t ever been before? In the coolness of the night Distant sounds of cars Mingle with the flashing light Of the......

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...Some old wooden houses are deep, they have porticos, piazza, loggia, gables, and cupola. There rooms are arboreal they knot, curl and jut. A memory rocks me gently in its timbered embra......

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...It abides in the lintel, leaving only to hunt in the klong. It was here when we moved in, we are the renting guests living under a large Monitor lizard. Dawn coffee on the loggia, the jungle......

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...Some old wooden houses are deep, they have columns and porticos, piazza, loggia, gables, and cupola. There rooms are arboreal they knot. curl and jut outward as the limbs of a still treeing hous......

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...I lounge lazily on my deck chair up high in the spacious loggia loafing the time away, patient, waiting..... The ocean ebbs into the small bay as the sun sets far away over the horizon. F......

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...Enea, at the Scottish Court The critics claim that this is far the worst of all the frescoes. Enea the star? No inkling here. Can that be James the First? And that’s the Clyde? It looks m......

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...If you've ever seen Ca' Rezzonico seeming quite to float upon the Grand Canal as you bob in a boat, or if you've ever eavesdropped in some Trastevere alley some golden afternoon on so......

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... Let me take you by the hand, to St.Albans Abbey. At the far end of the lantern- lit cobbled alley. There's the Pines and Needles Christmas market, and a magic garden . Yuletide tre......

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...I shall complain about you to a paper, It will hear all . I shall tell it, as with loving to you, I suffer in loneliness. You are so kind, generous, you are so are lovely, Everyone looks at you ......

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...The summer has arrived suddenly. The St.Petersburg White nights still hug our city gently. A lilac fog Fills the atmosphere around, In spite of the fact that the lilac has already fad......

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