giovedì 23 giugno 2016

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(Dante, Purgatorio 8)

Where no wall
defends the dale
a snake sneaked
maybe the same
who handed Hawwah
the poisonous pome.
On weeds 'n' flowers
the ominous ophidian
came closer while
looking periscope-like
and licking her livery.
Having not seen how
I cannot recount
how the heavenly
peregrins proceeded
I anyway paid attention
to the blurs of both.
Sensing the atmosphere
perturbed by their
green-yellow wings
the reptilian retreated,
the angels nosed up
back to the Base.