Suddenly on the Mission lawn
A guy tosses a frisbee catching sun glints
Into the vermilion jaws of dusk
While above the frayed palms
A great sherry party takes place in the western sky
With catering by Giambattista Tiepolo
Eternity is in that moment
As if the sun were going down over Venice
And there one stood, maestro di pintore,
Calculating the finishing touches
Instead of only off Goleta
The Wind (detail): Giovanni Battista Tiepolo, 1746-47 (fresco at Palazzo Labia, Venice)
Recently bought a huge library in San Diego. Driving back, stopped for lunch in Santa Barbara--expensive paradise! Beautiful light, Italy-like for sure.
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ReplyDelete"Expensive paradise" sounds about right--as we did uneasily learn.
The strange ambiguation of the always brilliant light with the high price of everything created a curious tension in the poems which from this distance appears to center upon the familiar Platonic question: "Is the Beautiful necessarily Good?"
Beauty is truth, truth beauty
ReplyDeleteHe never said is was a day at the beach
Perhaps with a little luck you get a day--but try and spend the night and the SBPD will throw you in the slammer