Sunday, October 3, 2021

Before Morning in Perugia by Jack Gilbert

Before Morning in Perugia

Three days I sat
bewildered by love.
Three nights I watched
the gradations of dark.
Of light. Saw
three mornings begin
and was taken each time
of the loud bells.
My heart split open
as a melon.
And will not heal.
Gives itself
to the old women
carrying milk.
The clumsy men sweeping.
To roofs.
God protect me.

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