The clock shows different times on its two faces,
both wrong. We arrive early,
work out the ticket machine
and validator, settle down to wait
for a train down the steep valley to Lucca.
Marble seat; two statues of nymphs stand guard.
Disused fountain in bushes beyond the platform.
Secretive station whispers of its past,
when eloping Victorian poets
might have alighted to take the waters.
You say I come alive at such moments,
snapping rusty water pumps and wild flowers,
euphoric for the first time since the motorway
jam and day-late flight. Anticipation
of stations, tracks. Funny no one else is around.
The Brownings, with their new child and maid,
stepping from the train, seeking cooler climes,
fresher air after Florence. The walk they liked
to take along the river, Elizabeth nursing the sonnets
she would show him for the first time.
The clock ticks on, with its double inaccuracy,
for almost an hour. We notice red signals
in either direction, re-read the times.
Robert and Elizabeth’s shades can rest easy.
Our train won’t show; August in Italy.
:) I've enjoyed reading your write, Greg. Thanks for sharing. Well, Bagni di Lucca is known for its thermal springs, in a nice and quiet countryside... but going there by train is not a good idea.. ;) The picture gives a good idea of what the railway there looks like, but - unfortunately- it doesn't give any idea of the lovely surroundings, where not only Nature can be enjoyed, but also Medieval and Renaissance buildings/works can be seen.. And yes, Browning had a villa there. And Dante did stop in Bagni di Lucca when going to northern Italy..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks for your comments, Fabrizio. I agree with you, it is a beautiful area. I remember a spectacular bridge over the river nearby