07-31-2023, 08:16 PM
(07-31-2023, 09:50 AM)busker Wrote: QuietudeGood morning Busker,
Maybe, night’s
quietude
is right for us. First stanza reads quite fine.
Moonlight washes I can't read washes and glass together without seeing window cleaning, so another word choice for washes seems needed; pours, flows, cascades ?
through the glass,
bathes the grass of
memory’s city I like this phrase, but maybe an adjective could be added "memory's unforgettable city" (just an example, not a very good one)
Florentine. Lawns is Florentine standing alone here, or (as lack of punctuation after "city" might imply) modifying "city"?
of the dead
in satin bedspreads.
Those also, who are here and gone,
time's odds and ends. These lines also very fine.
There you live, friend,
across in a villa from the park. in a villa across from the park (as in first version?) is less awkward. Maybe an adjective before "villa" to give the reader more to define what you are seeing
And afterwards, after what?
when the moon weeps silently, "weeps silently" seems like an overused phrase; weeps wordlessly, quietly, endlessly?
my longing knows
no bounds for thee. This last stanza, like the first, is quite fine, my comments nothwithstanding
This one has me a bit puzzled, though in spite of that, I enjoy reading it. In toto, it reads as a coherent vision of loss and remembrance. I hope others will post their interpretations.
TqB

