Love (On a Theme by Carlos Saura): by Liliane Richman

Francisco Goya as you reach

the end of your days

self exiled in Bordeaux

Filled with memories

of passionate dalliance

       La Maja Desnuda

when the frisson of love was love

Recollecting your oeuvres


and the flash of death


the deeds of rapacious tyrants


The penumbra of reason


the multitudinously murdered

Now glad to be in this city of fine wines

how good it feels to be secure among friends

who praise your genius and sing songs about you

Beloved of a young daughter

who is who she is because you’re her father

And a wife who retrieves you from streets filled with goblins

and smoothes your wrinkles and tucks you in her bed


To find more poetry by Liliane Richman on this blog, click HERE.

By bonniemcclellan

Mother, poet, american ex-pat from Texas living in Northern Italy.


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