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“SIENA I wander down the steps along the walls of bricks and high houses - down to the waters that lay deep. Streaming down from the hill on which the old city was built with a tower standing high, that reaches up not far from the grave that these waters lay in. Alabaster is the hand that reaches in it and cold is the heart that touches the pale divine. Beating fast after climbing back to the light and narrow streets - I found now what it seeks. Descending down, down to the hidden stream - oh Siena, my goddess without a pomegranate seed.” — Laura Chouette
SIENA
I wander down the steps along the walls of bricks and high houses -
down to the waters that lay deep.
Streaming down from the hill on which the old city was built with a tower standing high, that reaches up
not far from the grave that these waters lay in.
Alabaster is the hand that reaches in it and cold is the heart that touches the pale divine.
Beating fast after climbing back to the light and narrow streets - I found now what it seeks.
Descending down, down to the hidden stream - oh Siena, my goddess without a pomegranate seed.