Frothy clouds swimming in
Eyebrowing the cresting hill
One last surge splintering
Like sheep fleeing wolves
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What a beautifully constructed landscape! The recurrent lines reinforce its tranquil mood and summon us to your side to savor the beautiful view with you.
I have not been to Umbria but I recognise this view across hills with beautiful buildings in the picture, from visiting Ravello above Amalfi. The repetition of the idea of 'reaching') and falling short or in one stanza not) gives the poem that wistful feeling and also adds a sense of space. I like this image very much. The use of the little girl is interesting but unsettling - for some reason I would rather it had been a little boy - maybe because Giotto was male!
Such longing with a sense of hope and regret. This is a timeless and beautiful poem. Amy
Che bella vista indeed. You have painted a delicious picture here. Belissimo! Hugs Anna xxx
lovely, just lovely. it really paints a picture of what's happening in ur head.