drips lucently
Lacrimi Christi
to drift imperceptably
with the lost sob of Shelley

Hewn in the Appuane
Carrara stands
as marble sentinel

beyond the blazing rust
of branches
roofing amphibian babies
as they rise

from the Ligurian gullies
Their polished thighs
armoured with aqueous ashes
of the tinselled sands.

Mina Loy.