John Tagliabue
Here is a poem by our wonderful friend, poet/teacher John Tagliabue, who passed away recently, written about a place we love very much:
All in the village of Gubbio have
dreamt of this before Christmas 2002
The wolf of Gubbio
was purring as if it were a cat,
it was hiding in the dark as if it were a bat,
its heart was beating like yours and like that
of St. Francis. The delicate drumming was heard
all over. I can tell by the way you read this
that you heard it and I hear your heart
beating very very close to mine.
The lamb dreamt near the wolf.
All in the village of Gubbio have
dreamt of this before Christmas 2002
The wolf of Gubbio
was purring as if it were a cat,
it was hiding in the dark as if it were a bat,
its heart was beating like yours and like that
of St. Francis. The delicate drumming was heard
all over. I can tell by the way you read this
that you heard it and I hear your heart
beating very very close to mine.
The lamb dreamt near the wolf.
1 Comments:
wow, a beautiful poem.. it really captures the reader with the events, i like poems such as this when i feel involved.
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