Monday, August 3, 2009

the dying antique beauty of Italy

". . . It is that mellowest hour when the sun
His dying salutation on the towers
And, Saint Petronius, on thy temple sheds, . . .
. . . On the grey building stones and on the dark
Vermilion brick, and seems to waken there
The living soul of vanished centuries; . . .
. . . When here in the piazza used to dance
The beauteous women, and in triumph home
Returned the Consuls with their captive Kings.
Thus in her flight the Muse is laughing back
Upon the verse in which vain longing throbs
For all the antique beauty that is gone."
from In the Piazza of San Petronio
by Giosue Carducci, tr. by M.W. Arms

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