Venice San Marco Evening Poem by Stephen Brian Brady
Venice San Marco Evening
From somewhere out of the stonework in the sky
the great bell peals it's soiree
and to violin and clarinet
with water lapping at our heels
we all sing 'Volare'
a boy from Bangladesh skits by
would I buy a rose
and I am contemplare
where and why this whole thing goes
and we all sing 'Volare'
culture is an iceberg
the Grand Canal's last barre
we see a cruise-ships lights slip by
and we all sing 'Volare'
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