Over every bridge and every lane,
Your domes glow gold in sunset's sweetest kiss,
Your bosoms swelling for the last refrain
Of the hymn that fills the soul with bliss.
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The sonnet tallies with my memories of visiting Rome in the time of
Pope Paul VI. Rome is Christian and pagan; ' sacred and profane',
a paradox which will never be fully resolved, in my opinion.
This is a very worthwhile poem to read while reconstructing my past.
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The sonnet tallies with my memories of visiting Rome in the time of Pope Paul VI. Rome is Christian and pagan; ' sacred and profane', a paradox which will never be fully resolved, in my opinion. This is a very worthwhile poem to read while reconstructing my past.