SERAGLIO --revised

this paints a beautiful and warm scene. I especially love the lines: " Dying slowly In Night’s intrusion "

sweep like breakers mists inhale the sea the moondrenched night forever let me be let no morning crawl in with burning slash I want the forever flash floating like foam on soft resolutions

The word Seraglio first strikes up the sound of Mozart in my ears and all the whisperings as Constanza tries to escape. Then with your poem I see and hear the night streets and am in an exotic place, an unknown palace of the Moors of Cordoba, in Constantinople's architecture and smell the sweet seductive perfumes of opium smokers, carpets and crenelated screens with glimpses of beautiful gardens and less-clothed women! Oh but how neatly you have put it my Longobardolino and my wandering thoughts do not do it justice, suffice it to say you have created the atmosphere and we can feel as if we too are taking part in its unknown passions. Your Annuccia