Sunrise from the Fondamente Nove
The Fondamente Nove gazes east
Across the great lagoon and past the graves
Of Brodsky, Pound, Stravinsky, and the beast
Of Venice, namely Potter with his waves
Of ink that flash and glint like squid
Whose brains like those of poets are nocturnal
But still embrace the lifting of the lid
Of day, the new foundation of eternal
Imagination carried from the night
Like catches hauled in nets of straining lines
Laid out in sepia tones transformed to light
Illuminating manuscripts and signs
Revealed in Fondamente Nove’s view:
Venetian sunrise offered here for you.
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