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Nessun Dorma (none shall sleep)

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Before the cock crowed
they sat you down
for one last supper;

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 1 I’d followed every feint
and weave across
a Formica television stand –
peerless on luminous grass.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 What sweet betrayal it was…
that sting of yellow,

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 those sobs,
those broken-hearted sobs –
a lion in the night.

Notes

This is my humble homage to England’s No.19, Paul Gascoigne, and his night of high-drama at the Stadio delle Alpi during Italia90.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/nessun-dorma-none-shall-sleep/