VESPRES. 31 July 015 5.00 p.m.
To the hidden tree
few birds come.
The fettered rose
My pride is boundless
I watered them.
The other penitents
Few who came
l crimson rose
likeChrist's blood
Suspended 20 feet behind Him.
This too was thanks to me.
The sun eases its way
through the copper beeches' leaves
and spatters our vista
with theatrical skill.
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