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A Venetian Palace Post by :Scott_Doppke Category :Poems Author :Frank Oliver Call Date :October 2011 Read :669

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A Venetian Palace

In quivering translucent light,
Her head resting upon the blue pillow of the sky,
Her feet upon the floor of the smoke-blue water,
Sleeps Beauty,
Turned to stone by a miracle of art.
And though she never stirs,
But slumbers on in a worn and faded robe
Rose-colored and bordered with old lace of ivory white,
We come from far-off cities,
And we turn to her our hungry eyes,
Even away from sunlit sky and sea.

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Frank Oliver Call's poem: Venetian Palace

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