and Florence, Where the Light Enters
“I had reached that point of emotion where the heavenly sensations of the fine arts meet passionate feeling. As I emerged from Santa Croce, I had palpitations of the heart, the life went out of me, and I walked in fear of falling.” – Stendhal, from his travel book Rome, Naples et Florence
Pazzi Chapel at the Basilica di Santa Croce, Italy. Chapel design attributed to Filippo Brunelleschi, terracotta roundels produced by Luca della Robbia and Andrea della Robbia, c.1440-1460’s. https://www.santacroceopera.it/en/places/
Stop
one-self
Drink it all in
come back to a place
You’ve never been
Can you weigh what light
touched your torso?
feel the puzzle disappear
When you sense the sun-glow
We are part of a
perfect symmetry
We can be peace
filled et empty
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This poem demands to be listened to and its message is wonderful. Thank you for sharing this!
Love the picture. Beautiful poem.
come back to a place
You’ve never been
Florentine art does feel that way, doesn’t it? Lovely poem!