Roma - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
On top of Ida in Aurora's morning glow
Anchises had been ordered to proceed.
And with the patience of the Sculptor of Milò,
there ventured Eros into Venus bearing seed.
In the Heavens all ye Gods had looked away,
toward Mars whose Rhea Sylvie pulled it home.
This communion in the breeze of Inos Bay
created Romulus and Remus. And then Rome.
Ida is the mountain where the first copulation of note
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