Poem: ‘Daytrip’
Anne Rouse, 8 February 1990
We’d left the cameras in the Hertz But made St P.’s for the tourist Passion. I knew one of the trio: permapressed, a little weary This is what he did on his vacations. A few bearded heads bled from the corbels. We walked by the pleated steps of a temple In whose maw someone was being tried with flame.
We took in the long galleria before lunch. Sloan made some remark about art...