Porto Ercole (Caravaggio) Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Porto Ercole (Caravaggio)



Porto where the sea
As in all ports
Enters and at night
In the nocturnal stillness
Rustles
Plays with the shore.

The town sleeps
Dark and thoughtful:
The winding roads
Arise and intertwine
Ardent all-day lovers

On your shore
In the first light of day
A man moves as
The sea moves
Him.
No further power
Pain and suffering and fear
On him.

Tuesday, December 19, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: sea,suffering
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