Poems of Place & Displacement

Softly from the Brick

     Street in Venice, John Singer Sargent

Today, she is in Venice – oil on wood –
walking through a Sargent street scene, shawl
around her, tight against the breeze. She should

not be here: fin de siècle light is al-
most red, almost golden – lion of
St. Mark – that kind of light surrounds her, fall-

ing softly from the brick and lintels. Love
and autumn are this red. She walks away
from love past recessed windows blank above

the street. Two men behind her pause and sway
against the light. Time is water: clear
and sibilant. She’s walking through its play

and out of Venice. Sargent summers here.
The month, September. She won’t recall the year.

Photo Credit:US National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration

Copyright 2007,  Carol Frith

Co-editor of Ekphrasis, Carol Frith has work in Willow, Switched-on Gutenberg, Quarter After Eight, Cutbank, Asheville Poetry Review, etc., with chapbooks from Bacchae Press, Medicinal Purposes, and Palanquin Press & a Special Mention listing in the 2003 Pushcart Anthology.

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