Colosseum, The Capitoline Hill,

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.