
“Dante and Beatrice, on Via Lungarno at Ponte Santa Trinita” by Henry Holiday
scatter my ashes
where Dante watched Beatrice
and death made a poet
here blood of my blood
did thrive in the renaissance
born to the pen

Palazzo Lenzi on Piazza Ognissanti – 2 blocks from the scene of Dante painted above
Hi Paul, Been following you for quite a long while now. Never commented. Here comes my first..
I think you are brilliant.
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well, it was certainly worth the wait – I sincerely appreciated your generous comment
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And you are kind too.. 🙂
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The charming ‘Unleashed’ gal above says it all really!
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How nice! Hi there 🙂
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I have a number of Paul’s books Manan. Aside from being a jolly good bloke Paul is ever, as you so rightly say, ‘Brilliant’.
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This is why I love blogosphere!!!!!! 🙂 🙂 🙂
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Well this old fool will have to follow your blog if you don’t mind.
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Please be my guest. The pleasure is totally mine. Thank you Mike.
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Another poet to enjoy…best of good fortune to you
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Ditto 🙂
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cheers, mike
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Love the references and simplicity of this piece. Another great read,
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thank you most kindly
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I fear the ashes will simply fall wherever they fall . . .
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some places perhaps better than others
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“…the renaissance born to the pen” – That just resonates every time I read it.
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so glad you enjoyed it
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Simply great!
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thanks kindly
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