I have never before been to Italy
But I go there in my mind;
Calling all the local men by your name
And observing no rapid tide.
I drink tea that gets not cold
But ever warmed by the arancia sun-
That soothes my paleness,
And makes me one.
And if I should ever die in this cornucopia of colour,
It would not be as I had hoped;
For Italy was a country to find together,
Not where I, alone, should *****
Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 1:05 PM UTC
I have never before been to Italy
But I go there in my mind;
Calling all the local men by your name
And observing no rapid tide.
I drink tea that gets not cold
But ever warmed by the arancia sun-
That soothes my paleness,
And makes me one.
And if I should ever die in this cornucopia of colour,
It would not be as I had hoped;
For Italy was a country to find together,
Not where I, alone, should *****
Not quite reaching the expectations