I swing my heart on Vivaldi's ‘Spring':
Blissfully I dance amongst the flowers!
Echoes in the ether—violin on strings,
And I promenade at rosy twilight-hours.
O sweet, nostalgic, dreamy Venice!
If only I could live in that epoch:
With curls, silk, satin, pearls, and lace:
Venice...Art in majestic grandeur!
Parade in crinolines and lovers in disguise:
Mysterious, opulent, lascivious Carnival!
Love's secrecy hidden in the flirty eyes
As amorous Casanova—sensual and carnal!
The twisted channels made for losing
Yourself in serenade, wine, masks, and beauty;
Adorned with sheen in San Marco Piazza posing:
Floating on a gondola at night...such beauty...!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem