The Transposition

By Danny Fitzpatrick - New Orleans, Louisiana, USA - 3 December 2016



Old Abe brought Isaac up in Lazio,

pinned him trembling white amid straight cypress

and moonlight-leaved olives when ratio

voluntatis spoke the calm ram's distress.

Seems I've seen these Alban hills, too, brighter

under Tyrhhenian sun, a highlighter

grown gold as chaliced wine, evening seashine:

first green is last beneath umbrella pines.

The light ruled Caravaggio's designs,

left a creamy-armed angel to impress,

smooth our brows, rightly fear-furrowed unless

Michelangelo saw true to enshrine

dying Isaac in his Umbrian lines:

Semitic roots produce Italian vines.