Colosseum, The Capitoline Hill, Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Curls round the head
But I see not the face
The hills put quandaries
Waters to trace
Beginning to the zest
Of peaking summer
Soon
There will be winter
And the dripping eaves
The dripping roofs
The view of the Grand Harbor
Though in the Conscious
Hazy, hazy with the falling
Rains, fingers of self-accusation,
Drear and chill.
Dark and frost.
The ancient volumes lie
Silent in their searing
Pages.
Wreaths of laurels round
Tasso's head miscarriage
Of honor and justice
Fortified Rome I saw you
In the Quirinal the
Colossuem, the Capitoline Hill,
Owls begin to gargle
Their soft wisdom
Soft
Soft
Soft
Softer than the nightingales.

Dripping
The
Verses
On
The
Capitoline
Hill
They
Were
Preparing
In
Rome
For
The
Coronation
Of
The
Poet
Already
Carpets
From
Asia
Flow…

Curls round the head
But I see not the face
The hills put quandaries
Waters to trace
Beginning to the zest
Of peaking summer
Soon
There will be winter
And the dripping eaves
The dripping roofs
The view of the Grand Harbor
Though in the Conscious
Hazy, hazy with the falling
Rains, fingers of self-accusation,
Drear and chill.
Dark and frost.
The ancient volumes lie
Silent in their searing
Pages.
Wreaths of laurels round
Tasso's head miscarriage
Of honor and justice
Fortified Rome I saw you
In the Quirinal the
Colossuem, the Capitoline Hill,
Owls begin to gargle
Their soft wisdom
Soft
Soft
Soft
Softer than the nightingales.