My only Venice-this is breath! Thy breeze
Thine Adrian sea-breeze, how it fans my face!
Thy very winds feel native to my veins,
And cool them into calmness!"
-Lord Byron, "The Two Foscari"
"Venice once was dear,
The pleasant place of all festivity,
The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy."
-Lord Byron, "Childe Harold's Pilgrimage"
"Venice is like eating an entire box of chocolate liqueurs in one go."
"Until it seems the whole city (Venice-Venus)
will be covered with gold pollen shaken
from the bell-towers, lilies plundered
with the weight of massive bees . . ."
- Hilda Doolittle, "Tribute to the Angels"
"It is the city of mirrors, the city of mirages, at once solid and liquid, at once air and stone."
- Erica Jong
"White swan of cities slumbering in thy nest . . .
White phantom city, whose untrodden streets
Are rivers, and whose pavements are the shifting
Shadows of the palaces and strips of sky."
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, "Venice"
Categories: Venice, Poetry