NOPLACIA was once my name,
That is, a place where no one goes.
Plato's Republic now I claim
To match, or beat at its own game;
For that was a myth in prose,
But what he wrote of, I became,
Of men, wealth, laws a solid frame,
A place where every wise man goes:
GOPLACIA is now my name.
Lines on the Island of Utopia by the Poet Laureate, Mr Windbag's Nonsenso's Sister's Son
[Thomas More, Utopia, Penguin Books, London, 2009]
photo © Jasmine Gauthier
Voyageuse © Maurizio Nannucci 2003