I am the 9th step on the Via Carlotta
500 years of feet
Have hollowed my stoney spine
I sag, I crack
Under the onerous weight
Of Hunchback Time.
Hurriers clatter staccato soles along me
I am the 9th click-clack
Of wellington, slipper, clog
My cold stone cools
The small hot feet of children
In winter, I am ice
My sides are curved with snow
With a crumbling smile
I am the 9th step on the Via Carlotta
I know my place
Keeper of cools
Of dust
Nurturer of shade
I am a servant in the ladder of motion
In the scheme of things
The lowest unpaid maid.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Villa Carlotta is a villa and botanical garden in Tremezzo on Lake Como in Northern Italy In winter, I am ice My sides are curved with snow With a crumbling smile......Villa Carlotta must be a beautiful place, as described in this beautiful poem.