Poem: Spring in Lisbon

Spring in Lisbon The pale indigo fireworks of spring Stand like guardians Of my origins. In this great square Where the people have fled The iron and stone pillars Their rulers dictated they know I walk this city for one day: Through the broken urns Of Phoenicians, and the Ruined palace stairs Of the moors,... Continue Reading →

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