Hills like Veils

I tried to write a poem

about the city of Rome

and all I could come up with was this:

City of flickering lights

And old stones

Millions have tried to write

About Rome

City of romantic love

And museums

A million poets have dreamed of

A million poems

Why will you not yield

To the rage

Of the pen upon the field

Of the page?

Are you too grand, too old

Or too mighty?

Do you not like to be told

Of your own beauty?

You have baffled me

I admit

As you have before me

Much sharper wits.

Poem written in Rome, on February the 27th.
You may have noticed from the previous poe and this one that I am opening up to new influences, less solemn and less passionate. Don't get used to it.