Venice in Winter for Gitta in Berlin (Angol)
The clouds obscure the island and the church And the cold sea is streaked with grey like mud; Dark cypresses (but not a single birch As in Berlin) edge the Venetian flood. Follow the Lido with your wind-swept eye -Long needle of the land that threads the sea - Where white gulls in the stormy distance, fly Past lonely gardens and the last green tree.
You wouldn't think the citizens would dare To venture out upon the streets below With all this frosty dampness in the air; But when night falls you'll see the scarlet glow Of braziers roasting chestnuts near the Square, And sweet potatoes in Sant'Angelo. Feltöltő | Góz Adrienn |
Az idézet forrása | https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/venice-in-winter-for-gitta-in-berlin/ |
Megjelenés ideje | 2014 |
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