Classic and Contemporary Poetry
INDIANAPOLIS MARKET, by ETHEL ARNOLD TILDEN First Line: Behind heaped fruits in a jumbled row Last Line: Maria, raphael, angeline -- Subject(s): Italy; Italians | ||||||||
Behind heaped fruits in a jumbled row Stand Josephine, Angeline, Antonio, Maria, Raphael, Mimi small, And tiny bambino -- a luscious stall -- Dazzling, gay, Neapolitan -- Children of Tony, the market man. Their skins are touched with the same warm gold That gilded the oranges; their curls hold The purple sheen of grapes that grow In Italy's vineyards; their lips glow Vivid as ripe pomegranites do; And the veins on their temples are lapis blue As the sky at Naples is in spring -- The look of them's a singing thing -- Their speech is music -- hush, a breeze Stirs distant dark-leaved olive trees, And boatmen's songs drift off the Bay, Lilting, lovely, far away -- Warmth and laughter, melody, Color, romance -- Italy! Their names are a poem: Josephine, Maria, Raphael, Angeline -- | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...1851: A MESSAGE TO DENMARK HILL by RICHARD HOWARD TONIGHT THE HEART-SHAPED LEAVES by JAN HELLER LEVI JEWISH GRAVEYARDS, ITALY by PHILIP LEVINE SAILING HOME FROM RAPALLO by ROBERT LOWELL SUNLIGHT AND SHADOW by LISEL MUELLER HOW DUKE VALENTINE CONTRIVED by BASIL BUNTING FRAGMENTS FROM ITALY: 1 by JOHN CIARDI ACCEPTANCE by ETHEL ARNOLD TILDEN |
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