My hand touches the palace.
These streetlamp halos
Seemingly outwit the
Stars.
Sloppy canal
Throws itself at skirts,
Cracking light and faces
In its camphor portrait.
Step in with me awhile.
Lines waver, wander
Plaster crumbles
All unnoticed for the greater magnificence
A centimetre to the side of every edifice
Beneath the moon, palm on marble
I keep a vigil
For the melancholy emperors.
These streetlamp halos
Seemingly outwit the
Stars.
Sloppy canal
Throws itself at skirts,
Cracking light and faces
In its camphor portrait.
Step in with me awhile.
Lines waver, wander
Plaster crumbles
All unnoticed for the greater magnificence
A centimetre to the side of every edifice
Beneath the moon, palm on marble
I keep a vigil
For the melancholy emperors.
(Venezia)
