Café umbrellas blooming (sunny days);
the gabled houses leaning eave to eave;
these lofty steeples watching maze-like ways
and cobbled fountain squares—how can I leave?
The castles standing lonely, hillsides strewn
with sheep; the mountains’ shawls of mist and snow;
the rustic doorways framing stars and moon
and shadowed cypress, olive groves below;
medieval city walls and Roman baths
in crumbled ruins; art and music born
and raised sublime; the bird- and brook-sung paths
through ancient forests—oh! for these I’ll mourn,
for now it’s time to turn and time to pack.
(I’ll nurture dreams for joyful journey back.)
How long did you get to enjoy it?
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We’ll have lived here 2.5 years when we leave this summer. Short but super-sweet. 🙂
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Oh, this would be difficult to come away from the city you love. Especially with those rustic doorways framing stars and moon… you can pack these treasures in your heart.
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Yes! Wonderful memories to take with us…and lots of photos!
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Your imagery is so good here. I can see why you’ll miss it.
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Thank you, Stacie. I have so many wonderful pictures in my mind–and also on my computer, for when the mind fails. 😉
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Oh gorgeous! I love how you break your lines, how you don’t feel the need to end a sentence or phrase at the end of the line. It feels so natural. Beautiful.
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Wow, thank you. 🙂
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This is amazing, for all the reasons Christine mentioned. I’m very impressed – great rhymes and it sounds and feels so natural. I like the bracketed thoughts, too. As for leaving such a beautiful place, I feel your yearning (because you communicate it so well *and* because I still feel that way a year after my month in South Africa).
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Thank you so much. I wish now I’d titled it European Love Poem, ’cause that’s what it is. BUT also, I think I’m sonneted out for now. 🙂
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I like that it IS a love poem without being called that. 🙂
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Ugh. Me too!
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This one speaks to my heart. I miss those “gabled houses.”
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Yes! I tried so hard to make it “half-timbered houses,” but it just wouldn’t scan. Maybe next time, for the un-sonnet version. 🙂
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Oh, I wish I could go there.
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It was something I had dreamed of for a very long time. 🙂 I still have to pinch myself now and then.
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I love this so much: the mountains’ shawls of mist and snow. So vividly written, Jennifer.
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Thanks, Meg. I never know if the pictures in my head are getting translated at all onto the page…
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^^ what Meg said. Also, you caught ahold of the bittersweet moments before getting back on a plane for home.
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Thank you, Nate. I am pretty sure I’ll be a puddle when it’s time to leave.
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Lovely imagery and infectious emotion. I’m going to miss this place and I’ve never been. Lol. Well done!
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Oh, I take this as a very great compliment. 🙂 Thank you for visiting!
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This has such a fantastlic rhythm to it, as well as the rhyme. Love the hillsides strewn / with sheep < 3
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Thank you, Kymm. Some of my favorite memories involve remote ruined castles with my kids running around the open spaces and the unfazed sheep grazing on these incredibly steep hillsides.
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yummy foreign experiences,
wow.
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You will have lots to draw on for some time to come. Isn’t it nice when we are somewhere that inspiration smacks us upside the head? 🙂
So much in this to say goodbye to.
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I hope the constant smacking hasn’t made me insensible. Or non-sensible 😉
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