At Dante’s House (inspired by Richard Greene’s Dante’s House (2013))

Book by Richard Greene


At the end is the door.
It feels like eternity.
Last item is removed,
the knot looks newer.
Nothing indicates.
You hesitate- this
replays many times in your dream.
The moon is full, trees are thin.
A door leads to another,
the long hall yawns deep…
A deer steps in,
you wake up at the green.
You search for its italic code,
behind the curtain
an enormous foot looms.

This entry was posted in English Poetry, Events, Poetry. Bookmark the permalink.

Comments are closed.