Donna Bamford,
I dreamt I died
I dreamt I died
and my soul went to Italy,
to Tuscany
where angelic voices
caressed me with their laughter,
the sun golden
and magnanimous,
and I lived in a villa
with sepia stucco walls
and picked lemons and olives
from ancient trees
grew grapes
grew fat and lazy
and there the muses found me
and I basked in amber sunlight
all the day long
and I was at one with God
To Sorrento then
and Capri
to Portofino
the final port
and there be happy
frolic in a diaphanous mist
to San Remo then
and Laggo di Como
magical names
they fire the imagination
with ecstasy
wild ecstasy
Italian ecstasy
aria of light
azure waters
azalea clouds
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Donna Bamford: I am both an
English as a language teacher and a free lance journalist as well as a
struggling creative writer.. I have published poetry and essays
in several print and online magazine such as Qwerty, Another Toronto Quarterly,
Ascent, etc. and am trying to publish 2 children’s
books and one novella. email: Donna Bamford
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