Poem — Trevi Fountain

“Marcello, come here!” rings its voice

Gods wrestle with pegasus

And sing its marble chorus

Even the trumpets adorned could not silence

The trickle of pennies into its fountain

Old as it is, and now ever new

With young eyes we can trace back

The youth of this city.

This is for Rome; no one else

Absolute white, and a marvel for the ages

Audite Oculis Meis

Hear my eyes sing

And hear it once more

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