Michael Walker

Veteran Poet - 1,591 Points (July 15,1990 / Omaha)

Rome - Poem by Michael Walker

Over every bridge and every lane,
Your domes glow gold in sunset's sweetest kiss,
Your bosoms swelling for the last refrain
Of the hymn that fills the soul with bliss.

Your porous columns built from pagan runes
Shed shadows under the urban candles
That glint upon the marble walls' festoons,
Nude without the festivals' spangles.

O, city of the sacred and profane!
Heaven lurks around every corner.
Sin, for greater virtue, you ordain,
And laughter turns the tears of the mourner.

Your relics encompass all history,
The apocalypse's consistory.

Topic(s) of this poem: rome

Poet's Notes about The Poem

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

Comments about Rome by Michael Walker

  • (2/20/2018 7:31:00 PM)

    The sonnet tallies with my memories of visiting Rome in the time of
    Pope Paul VI. Rome is Christian and pagan; ' sacred and profane',
    a paradox which will never be fully resolved, in my opinion.
    This is a very worthwhile poem to read while reconstructing my past.
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 20, 2014

Poem Edited: Sunday, May 8, 2016

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