a hiatus—i've been it italy just playing around for two weeks. i went from milano to amalfi, making various stops along the way.
one can gaze off the coast of amalfi and imagine the traders coming in far back in the reaches of history, can see dante reading through early morning in firenze, see a single soldier facing off an army on a bridge in roma, or watch through the haze of time montale having morning coffee looking out over a rocky landscape. so many poets raised their shadows as i traveled through their cities: boccaccio, tasso, ariosto, petrarca, ungaretti, pasolini, pavese, campana, colonna, cecco.
one can gaze off the coast of amalfi and imagine the traders coming in far back in the reaches of history, can see dante reading through early morning in firenze, see a single soldier facing off an army on a bridge in roma, or watch through the haze of time montale having morning coffee looking out over a rocky landscape. so many poets raised their shadows as i traveled through their cities: boccaccio, tasso, ariosto, petrarca, ungaretti, pasolini, pavese, campana, colonna, cecco.
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