(italian Collection - For Donall) Only Yesterday Poem by Janice Windle

(italian Collection - For Donall) Only Yesterday

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She is a cold veiled flame,
eyes open behind the marble gauze,
marble shrouded mouth,
arms (offering? Inviting?
or withholding?) folded at her breast;
marble gown billowing
in the gale of music drawn
by living hands from wood and gut:
Vivaldi singing to us across the centuries
while from behind the altar
San Vidal glows, high-perched
on his knock-kneed grey, as if
Carpaccio had laid aside his palette
only yesterday.

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