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[Ali zonak]

Travel Notes
Venezia

Past midnight in a cheap hotel room.
Some night owl plays his mandolin;
endless stops and starts of elevators,
two drunks return late from the bar.

Where is my restful sans souci,
the grotto that gleams in sapphire’s
royal blue as I attempt to submerge
myself in Capri dreams?

I close my eyes, imagine stars beneath
Heaven’s girth and listen to Puccini’s aria
“Nessum Dorma,” ‘Tonight no one must sleep,”
to drown out the elevators’ humming.

I try to ignore the pounding of a neighbor’s
headboard against the wall that divides our rooms.
Finally, his door opens and shuts--
I hear the giggling of la puttana as she leaves.
Then, sleep’s trance. In the morn, Capri.

[greenwich]

A perfect setting a ramshackle hotel with cheap walls. The need to imagine a better setting is poignantly put, by mention of the required auria even if it deadens the elevator from humming. The central plot of the poem is Capri dreams. I feel the mood and setting of the poem is perfectly pitched. A classic

[Ali zonak]

A perfect setting a ramshackle hotel with cheap walls. The need to imagine a better setting is poignantly put, by mention of the required auria even if it deadens the elevator from humming. The central plot of the poem is Capri dreams. I feel the mood and setting of the poem is perfectly pitched. A classic

Thanks Greenwich;
you got the gist of my reflections. I doubt the hotel ever reached a 5-star status, even though quite a few years have passed. The place reminded me of a cheap YMCA, but that was the package deal. I'll never again travel with a group. Ali