You are late for your train. You linger anyway. You know a Titian is there. You looked, Madonna of the Pesaro Family. You touched St. Peter and his great book. You behold Madonna on her throne formally receiving a kneeling high military official: St. George and his soldiers. The glitter of the swords catches your eye. The Turkish prisoner is not happy. Do you know the young woman with big bright eyes? A member of the Pesaro family. Half-hidden by the figure of St. Francis, bluntly in the foreground you watch her gaze around the saint out directly at you, making you self-conscious. Leaving Frari, you wander back across Venice. You take a boat over to St. George's. Inside, Tintoretto's @3Last Supper.@1 You -- an uninvited guest -- grab its energy as it races away in the distance like a night train you yourself are already on, coming straight back into yourself. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 88. A DAY IN SUSSEX by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT TIME TO BE WISE by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 11. LOVE WILL OUT by PHILIP AYRES COMPENSATIONS by CHRISTOPHER BANNISTER |