This poem is taken from PN Review 215, Volume 40 Number 3, January - February 2014.
An Empty Street
After Ottone Rosai, Via San Leonardo
What is there to an empty street?
And one so commonplace,
narrow, with two high walls,
bending out of view.
No one in sight
and no one expected.
No Dame Trot for sure,
with her basket over her arm,
the check cloth covering dainties,
her hat perched so,
her pince-nez expectant.
Even she has hurried away.
***
What is there to an empty street?
The photo (bottom right,
curated later)
shows the doorway
to have been your studio
...
And one so commonplace,
narrow, with two high walls,
bending out of view.
No one in sight
and no one expected.
No Dame Trot for sure,
with her basket over her arm,
the check cloth covering dainties,
her hat perched so,
her pince-nez expectant.
Even she has hurried away.
***
What is there to an empty street?
The photo (bottom right,
curated later)
shows the doorway
to have been your studio
...
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