Luc Leclaire

Rookie - 110 Points (July 15,1990 / Omaha)

Rome - Poem by Luc Leclaire

O city of the sacred and profane,
Your domes glow gold in sunset's sweetest kiss,
Your bosoms swelling for the last refrain
Of the hymn that every soul will miss.

Your porous columns of the pagans' runes
Sheds shadows underneath urban candles
That glint upon the marble walls' festoons,
Naked without festivals' spangles.

O, city of the sacred and profane!
Heaven's around your every corner.
Sin, for greater virtue, you ordain,
Turning to laughter tears of the mourner.

Yours are the relics of past history,
The apocalypse's consistory.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

I lived in Rome. This is what it was for me.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 20, 2014

Poem Edited: Tuesday, July 29, 2014


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