The Gold Spindle Guide Book
(Ariadne by de Chirico)
She reclines again in a sunstruck square
going nowhere. Who abandoned her here
Flush against shadow, her bed a stone plinth,
and her sleeping body as labyrinth
But here all dreams equal distance.
and carry off lovers entranced
though one ship and one train ride strokes of horizon
at dangerous speeds. Here it won’t even rain,
and no love-struck travelers gust together
(It must be her dream that whispers
smitten by sun? She could doze here forever.
one golden thread of it leads to the square.
dazed but assembled, we’ll follow it there.
The painting Ariadne by Giorgio de Chirico can be viewed at the following link: http://www.metmuseum.org