| The Poetry of Richard Sansom Published by The British Sansom Society | |
 
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| A Street In Venice (After Sargent’s painting of that name) Going home she thinks of garlic and basil and the sweet steam from warm soup, her young husband’s pipe smoke, and the charred peppers she forgot. The eyes of strange men covering her back like needles reminds her of being six or seven and the electric dance of fear when lightening lit the canal and her mother told her of God and the Saints, and taught her something of love. Then, what love is, or can be, opened the inevitable wound of woman’s soul, and she chose her paths carefully among men’s eyes. Yet she is filled with a greater mission of garlic, basil and warm soup placed before her husband even as she remembers her journeys home. | |
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