A Dark Room In Venice - Poem by Liza Sud
A dark room in Venice.
Wagner in chair in a black coat.
He feels the blessing,
merging of notes and words.
A poet and a musician:
Two in one – the future artist.
And he has the last vision
Of Jesus Christ’s coming.
What can be more nirvanic? ...
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