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John Calavitta

John Calavitta

John Paul Calavitta received his M.A. in American and Museum Studies from the University of Southern Maine; he received his M.F.A. in creative writing from the University of Washington, Seattle, where he is currently finishing his Ph.D. in English and eco-criticism.

Tomorrow I Will Be In Rome

I am in Rome
the Jupiter of cities

I only mate with gods

huge limbs with straining finger tips
touch the backbone of the universe

I am a virgin block of stone
that rolls from your feet
like mountain mist

we are safer than we think


you bore an archangel across Renaissance memory

on your shoulders
in perfume of pain

candles fed the holy forests

I am weak and must be

for earth and wind can match a god


I crave some souvenir of fallen Rome

like angels with one wing
to reach their heaven

wherever you stand in ancient Rome
there is a shadow

sunshine sending its remains

we pray to this abandoned universe
garments of the mighty

flung away
(I dreamed an angel came late to us)


behind the silhouettes of dawn

half of me is beautiful

you know I can't see red
when grey is a primary color

even the sunlight has lost its way
gazing at beauty through a blanket

look for me among those who sit in darkness


the sibyl says you'll die in Rome

like the implacable soul of a chieftain
slaughtered in battle

something will make you lose your health
you'll break a dozen ribs or more

in a garden tending flowers
which for a time will be your home


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