Thursday, September 8, 2016


When ships were sighted, Leghorn’s courtesans,
Ran to the harbor, half naked,
Carrying guitars and lutes and mandolins,
Their hair disordered, hoping their songs
Might lure the ships to land. (Back then,
Sailors were an aesthetic lot.) Don’t say
Today brings you nothing – tonight
You’ll dream their music. And that girl –
Red haired, with a lute? -- treat her well; she
Is your grandmother’s mother’s grandmother;
How can you miss the resemblance?  

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