Venice

The air shimmers with so much gold that I

imagine I am walking under a painted sky.

Glorious Venice where vaporetti glide

over canals. And pigeons crowd, then fly

close to the iron water where

gondoliers sing their way to San Marco Square.

An abbot from San Lazar dreams

under Tintoretto skies and streams

of clouds. Even the fish dare

leap from safety into this magic air.

Translated from the Armenian by Diana Der-Hovanessian

About these ads
Sponsored Content by LockerDome

We want to hear, did we miss an angle we should have covered? Should we come back to this topic? Or just give us a rating for this story. We want to hear from you.

Loading...

Loading...

Loading...

Save for later

Save
Cancel

Saved ( of items)

This item has been saved to read later from any device.
Access saved items through your user name at the top of the page.

View Saved Items

OK

Failed to save

You reached the limit of 20 saved items.
Please visit following link to manage you saved items.

View Saved Items

OK

Failed to save

You have already saved this item.

View Saved Items

OK