After Chamber Music | On the Pietà of Michelangelo


Glen Phillips

(Una serata musicale alla Villa Fabbricotti)

In a summer’s garden long ago,
(lute cradled by a handsome youth)
young girls gathered all aglow
wanting to sing to their hearts’ loves there
in this villa garden; the flow
of floral life frozen in frescoed art
(even terracotta of the Duomo)
all in a Tuscan summer’s blaze of light.
And we, stumbled out into night
on this winter evening, in topcoats, scarves
around our throats held tight,
inhaling, exhaling the same crisp air
as had trembled there in flute’s slight
shaft; as had sprung from well-bowed strings,
as had made clear harmonies in flight
through that throng in the frescoed room.

Fog crept up from the city’s womb
in narrow streets and sculpted squares,
from Arno’s dark, past tower and tomb;
its whiteness touched our faces, lit
by the moon’s risen burning bloom
and met our outward breathing steam;
so down we went in garden’s gloom
by step and stair with that music’s air.

Though still the late trains clashed below
our faces coursed with blood alight
and music wove us in its loom.
(Basilica di San Pietro)

Milk for some is a thing blessed:
parting lips, you know it’s right.
Wide-eyed you spy moving leaf
cooly blow in the wind. ‘Cool
leaf,’ You think, ‘in world so wide.

Glen Phillips

Glen Phillips

Born in Southern Cross, Glen Phillips has taught English for many years at Edith Cowan University In Perth Western Australia, where he currently lives. He is the Founding Director of ECU’s International Centre for Landscape and Language. His poetry is represented in 30 anthologies, and over 40 individual volumes. His poems have been awarded prestigious prizes, have been translated into several languages and are object of graduate studies. His more recent books include Alpi e Prati: Poems of Italy (2014), Poems of the Wheatbelt (2016) and Crouching Tigers, Hidden Dragons: Chinese Poems (2016).
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