Dante of the Shadows

Erect. Cold. Sneering
at the bottom of the piazza,
Flanked by a white marble cathedral
Stands Dante.

The winter sun approaches the meridian
and burns the white church marble; 
A fiery curtain
Illuminating Florentine geometry.

His cowl drawn close
His commanding look
Stops the sun.
He remains in blue shadow.

The sun never lightens Dante Alighieri,
His chthonic scriptures 
Make him an exile
To terrestrial matters.


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