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GALLERY 3



                          VENETIAN SOJOURN


Venice has been seducing visitors for centuries, its impossible watery setting and fairy-tale appearance casting a spell whose potency remains undimmed by mass tourism.

One of the city's greatest charms, of course, is how little is has changed over the years. Yet while historic Venice and contemporary Venice are virtually the same - at least to look at - the city also belongs to the 21st century.




             LABYRINTHINE CITY ON A LAGOON

 
 

 

I took a walk
  from our quarter
   
to St. Mark's
      the snaking streets black and slick
        in the night rain
          in the evenings risotto
                    and sweet white wine
            the galleries and museums memorable
                    Canaletto, Giotto,
            but chiefly
                    it was the facade of Venice
            that beguiled me,
                    the architecture, the fantasy, the dream
            the secret alleyways that lead to scenes of gondoliers.
The Grand Canal
  the palazzi, bridges and churches
     luminous and illusory,
                    like in a liquid dream.

Donna Bamford 




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In Venice they do let heaven see the pranks
They dare not show their husbands; their best conscience
Is not to leave't undone, but keep't unknown.

William Shakespeare  1564 - 1616




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No mask like open truth to cover lies,
As to go naked is the best disguise.

William Congreve  1670 - 1729



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You say, to me-wards your affection's strong;
Pray love me little, so your love me long.

Robert Herrick  1591 - 1674




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'Oh love is fair, and love is rare;' my dear one she said,
'But love goeslightly over.' I bowed her foolish head,
And kissed her hair and laughed at her. Such a child was she;
So new to love, so true to love, and she spoke so bitterly.

But there's wisdom in women, of more than they have
     known,
And thoughts go blowing through them, are wiser than their
     own,
Or how should my dear one, being ignorant and young,
Have cried on love so bitterly, with so true a tongue?

There's Wisdom in Women  -  Rupert Brooke 1887 - 1915



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