Alicia Patti

Rookie (Boston, MA)

Ellis Island Elegy - Poem by Alicia Patti

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All the Old Timers are gone now
gone with the babushkas and the mandolins;
nevermore the tarantella or boring bocce games
played by the devoted.

Sadly lost are summertime block parties,
redolent of Italy’s seasonings;
scratchy records playing Dino and Sinatra:
benevolent hymns to the glory of the homeland,
ancient loudspeakers echoing
in mournful nostalgia.

Colorful Saint Day Parades
through cobblestoned streets, precarious
at best, are passé too.
The Madonna has been laid to rest,
along with her son, never again
to rise on Easter morning:

They have broken the backs of those old timers
and, to the rest of us

Ellis Island is but a memory.


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  • Rookie - 2 Points Chris Mendros (4/25/2007 5:05:00 PM)

    this is very sad. And it's not even part of New York anymore. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 8, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, February 12, 2011


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