On The Port Sand He Stretched Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
On The Port Sand He Stretched
On the port sand he stretched
saw the earth giddyinbg round
saw the sun turning round and
round
stretched there and stirred
and then moved not
and that was that
at Porto Ercole
the Artist unfortunate
Sunday, October 6, 2013
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4/25/2024 12:53:06 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Is this the death of the artist? As I read I thought he was stretching his limbs in the sunlight, soaking up the heat energy all around him. But his sudden stillness was alarming, and the adjective UNFORTUNATE cinch my awareness of his death. Almost like DEATH IN VENICE but here there is no Hermes-figure like Tadzio to guide the dead artist across the threshold.