Bologna
I go from colonnade to colonnade In streets that Dante trod, and past the towers Aslant toward heaven, and listen to the hours Chimed by the bells of choirs where Dante prayed. They cease; then lo! the foot of time seems stayed Five hundred years and more, I find me bowers Where sweet and noble ladies weave them flowers For one who reads Boccaccio in the shade. The cowld students halt by two and threes To hear the voice come thrilling through the trees, Then tear themselves away to themes more trite. Anon I mark the diligent hands that turn Unlovely parchment scrolls whereby to learn The beauty of inexorable right.
AI analysis available. Enable JavaScript to interact.
About this line
"I go from colonnade to colonnade..."
Exploring the themes of classic, James Williams delivers a powerful performance in "Bologna"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...