The Names of Georgian Women
There on the sea sails wandered, And unconcerned by the heat Sycamores blossomed at leisure, Leaves for streets in December. The market sounds intermingled; On naked heights above Basalt and snow wove light Into rainbow prisms. A kiosk in the park by the seaside Stood empty and white and silent; The syllabled names of Georgian women Seemed to smell of grapes; …