Harold Norse

Rookie (1916 - 2009 / born:New York City - died: San Francisco)

Island Of Giglio - Poem by Harold Norse

we sailed into the harbor
all the church bells rang
the main street on the crescent shore
hung iridescent silks from windows
stucco housefronts gleamed
rose, pistachio, peach
and a procession sang
behind a surpliced priest
carrying a burnished Christ
when I set foot on shore
a youth emerged from the crowd
barefoot and olive-skinned
and we climbed up rocky slopes
till dusk fell and close to the moon
at the mouth of a cave we made love
as the sea broke wild beneath the cliff


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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 16, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, May 16, 2011


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