La contessa Veneziana
Sun shining out your huge Arsenale
Fur coated, pushing the boat out
To every party on every canale
And blushing with too much rouge, you flout
Campanelli bells, gondoliers, and glass chandeliers
Swinging like heavy earrings
Against timbers stained by salty tears.
Indulged, with too much campari,
Eccentric, in your glory years, but
Knowing you now, from Palazzo Fontana
I am the one “torn from that lovely shore…
and am weary, weary O!” *
Un tavolo per una
Just one, signora?
*from The Slave’s Lament by Robert Burns, as featured in Graham’s Fagan’s exhibition at the Scotland Pavilion of the Venice Bienale 2015.