Thank you very much, John. The "cherry-loping vines" are part of some of the more old-fashioned properties in the northern Marche where the remains of the Roman fashion of cultivation survive (as they also do elsewhere in slightly different form, e.g. the Val d'Aosta) in having fruit trees/bushes planted to make early use of the supports for the vines - sometimes anchored on pillars of stones which create mini pergolas. (My little city is actually called Pergola and we are in the middle of cherry country; next stop, up one road, is Morello.)
My compliments too on yours. I especially liked "the busy throng who speak that dancing tongue" and the Auden echoes in your second - especially in your closing lines.
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