Porto Ercole (Caravaggio)
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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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.
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