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The Tour (poem)
The Tour
The majolica swan is a letdown. Though it’s true
that in the story, a bird tows the hero’s boat to shore,
in the wake of two lost wars this is not perhaps
the most effective myth to encourage
the flowering of a dominion’s symbols.
The creature selected is of key importance: it may be
embroidered in gold on red silk, onto chair covers and bedspreads;
centuries later its impact may be decisive, as much on
the takings of cheese shops and dairy-farms
as on ski-lift traffic in the Southern Alps.
The tour begins here. The website did not limit
the time spent in each room, but here we’re being
fobbed off with an audio-guide. The bed’s strangling tendrils,
the tapestry’s oppressive detail, you can almost feel
the gothic getting under our skin.


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