Dome

a poem by Monika Pillat, Romanian, translated into English by Ioana Zirra, Romanian. August 2024

 

 

 

There are no quickening angels in the air

 

 

But – here! – I make myself into Thy golden background

 

That might project, as do Byzantium mosaics,

 

Thine Own divine inscripted thought;

 

So – see! – we flit entwined into the vision

 

Of those who will come hither for a moment’s comfort,

 

 

Drawn to this place of ours devoid of walls.

 

 

Early and mid-Autumn photos of the Brandywine River Valley, Pennsylvania and Delaware; and the watershed of the Wissahickon Creek, Philadelphia.