Solomeo Sang

A poem celebrating the gift of beauty, for the Cucinelli family.

Solomeo sang

The heartbeat’s harbored song:

A melody of light

Over the sun-soaked hills;

A pouring of purity

Over the beauty-built streets:

Proclamation, reclamation, distillation—

A still, aching point

In a strained, aching world.

Solomeo sang,

Carrying its captured light

Into crevices, corners—

Into creation, restoration, revelation:

A still, sacred point

In an aching, sweet world,

Starving for light

And the beauty-built streets

Of Solomeo. 

Solomeo sang:

For the slow of time

And the swift of heart;

For innocent eyes

And the deeps of peace:

Melodies of golden, stretching light

Over the streets and the hills

Built of beauty,

Born of brightness,

Bound to eternal bounty.

Solomeo sang.

It has been lovely to write and recite this poem and share it here.

I imagine also, in the evident love of great philosophy at the root of your work, you may recognize and appreciate the allusion to T. S. Eliot's famous "Burnt Norton" and his stunning phrase "the still point of a turning world."

I was happy to adopt it somewhat here to express something otherwise inexpressible which I have encountered through your work.

Insieme nella bellezza,

- KC