PAOLO E FRANCESCA – Poem by Willie Smith

Gustave Doré – Paolo and Francesca da Rimini

Poetry by Willie Smith

Wisps of cloud skim the moon in
braille. The story touches
even hearts unborn. Windswept,
through one another dust-devilled, they wail:
If this be hell, then all true love illicit be.
Both he in her heart, she in his,
prevail; therefore before the wind,
in moonlight, they sail –
beyond reason’s pale.
Gusts – hot once in the blood –
now in air only – kiss the edge.


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