On Raphael’s The Marriage of the Virgin
Behold! the vast and ordered stone expanse
The golden air is free to breath and quiet
Their movement unimpeded forth and back
The mind, the eye, the heart, united.
She offers him her hand, he holds the ring
The ladies on the left, men on the right
From hills and mists the angel voices sing
The priest is godly oversight.
I seek the paths of marble symmetry
I cut the rocks in pain and lay the stones
The piazza is in ruins, brick by brick
Rebuild from rubble until done
And I can think and move and live in peace
On a hilltop town within a masterpiece.
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