God-faces that once glared at the sun have weathered to soft ovals and eroded rounds, which seem to wait for a chisel to draw features from stone, articulate as lovers' lips murmuring in this tower's shade. Perhaps the lips the couples use to kiss are the residual estate of ancient sculptors worn down by intermarriage with invaders until the lineaments of their inheritance are now long lost. The farmers burn paper money, offerings of make-believe rent, to pay off spirits of landowners their great-grandparents could not recollect. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RHAPSODY ON A WINDY NIGHT by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT EPISTLE TO SIR ROBERT WALPOLE (1) by HENRY FIELDING TO JOHN DONNE (2) by BEN JONSON THE LOVER TO THE THAMES OF LONDON TO FAVOUR HIS LADY ... by GEORGE TURBERVILLE THE PALM TREE by ABD-AR RAHMAN I THE BIRDS: THE HYMN OF THE BIRDS by ARISTOPHANES CHARACTERS: SARAH RIGBY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD WHERE LOVE IS by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR LINES TO JULIA M --; SENT WITH A COPY OF THE AUTHOR'S POEMS by THOMAS CAMPBELL |