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...COMPANIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON FOR ONCE, THEN, SOMETHING by ROBERT FROST LEINSTER by LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY THE VIRGINIANS OF THE VALLEY by FRANCIS ORRERY TICKNOR A TURKISH LEGEND by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH AT SENLIS ONCE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN HAYING, VERMONT AND GINGER DRINK COORDINATED by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY |