Three Poems
Invisible Cities, Redux
Italo Calvino has invisible cities and I recommend
them. What could be better than traveling the universe
and finding extraterrestrial versions of Venice?
and finding extraterrestrial versions of Venice?
I go out in the early morning rain in Galway, Ireland,
and tap the cobblestones with my white stick.
Immediately I get lost.
On my left there is a river.
On my right there is a window shutter making a kind of
funereal percussion.
“Songs of the Earth,” I think.
I am not unique.
I stand beneath the shutter and weep.