the Canal Grande
On Canal grande beds
a deep shadow of the evening, hundreds
dark gondolas glide
as a whispered secret.
But between two palaces
beginning the evening sun glows,
flaming it casts a bright stripe widths
on the gondolas.
life passionately Drives
goes out And in the shadows over there
As an unintelligible murmur.
Conrad Ferdinand Meyer
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