I recently re-read Dun Aengus by David Whyte and felt compelled to re-read my Italy poem, inspired by his. It still brings vivid images to me of Italy. I hope it does for you, too.
Italy
(Inspired by Dun Aengus by David Whyte)
And when you go, try to go before the ‘season’
when tourists fill every place. They take the soul of
place away.
See Italy as its people have, from
centuries ago to the present. Join them with
colorful pottery pitchers of wine on each table alongside
baskets of bread yet warm, with the scent of hot oven-baking
still floating out from the kitchen to your table to your nose to whet
your appetite.
Walk the narrow cobbled streets
where the clatter of horses’ hooves fill
your ears even though that time is a long way
passed. Throw open the casement window in your
castle bedroom to sweep your eyes over the clay tiled
roofs to the mountains in the distance. The mountains that
pierce the clouds as you do, driving down the mountain, the
road carrying you through the cloud slowly so…
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