Whoever Heard of Surging Love in Holland?
Can deep romance occur in boring, flat
Terrain? Not even in Italian fields
With cypress trees, tight shapes, can hearts combat
The boredom of a sort that never yields
The passion that romance requires. No notes
Of music can arise in landscapes made
Like these. Where cricket chirping, merely, floats,
A Montague turns out to be homemade;
A Capulet? a country girl unknown.
A nowhere town near Venice, plain without
A gondola, land ploughed with barley sown,
Is not where velvet valentines can shout.
You take the wrong train and you have to change
In Dolo — where any glamor is strange.
~ Phillip Whidden
by phillipw | Oct 21, 2024 | Uncategorized |