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 | Venice, 1681. Glassblowing is the lifeblood of the Republic, and Venetian mirriors are more precious than gold. Jealously guarded by the murderous Council of Ten, the glassblowers of Murano are virutally imprisoned on their island in the lagoon. But... |
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 | Beautiful and dramatic photographs of Venetian Murano glass from the collection of the J. Paul Getty Museum intensify Doty's poem--set in Venice--about the creative process. Doty's poem is an elegy to his friend, poet Lynda Hull. |