Poetry

...it's you especially "Vtiom 1 have cttne to sec You are our father in faith lfis knapsack i mj-back IJj bringing you all the deadis 1 ian't utidersund d not the deaths alone BM also the pain deaths l'nwi all fhe-jjss tjijun hol(K-U and war id every unjust death Of the iiKcm and the humble...

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...Imidefhc portal a young fiirl t'ttti a nearby farm, a girl Sligftf as a tninnow Jugs at Ok heavy K-mpu tit sfltout the Angclus She has -to lift her bore t'ect oft' this HaBics...

...vay fipnt the village -It' a sutfae of Mary Life Mnicthing made by a child And on Mary's altar In ajdr of witlcr There was a bunch irf daisies Which someone must tuivt- j>itthcrcd That same morning And in the rough shell Oi the whitewashed nave There was a stone coolness And a m)stenous tragruc That light bitlci tragrancc Of the rural Churches of France It could be a scent of hops Of some hidden yeast or liehen...

...Anne Porter C;iimnirields of ripe wheat 'Xriifi&JB the bcitrt id' France . n fuoi from Paris '$$& fiamcdible stones $&tbi kl wave of the Sabbqth f$Jittt vflla gathered around it Wis jj crowded with prpphete-Hhrjjatrtfrdu and with martyrs 2fflift i %" long folds lfieirsiven rohes...

...1-cafttc a little church That for same reason Whs deep in the fields yid...

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...Intake the place of ilw child (aac there was a ram Bjlfw all trfflio othert...

...Rut I don't know It's the Ncent of a nsxrtl world A secret of the fields That's hcic mo in the porvhes 01 Our Lady of Charircs We've pone through the leather dotti We've enlcied the torcsl ot praise Then: m the hidi half dailnt-ss We sec its constellations We see the glowing embers Of d (kirk fire We sec the lancet windows And the great Ninth Rose Whose blue is blue As blood is red Whoik- red is radiant I alhei ou h tvc :tlioed us Tor once you have permitted, us To m.ikc a thing so beautiful As to be no less beautiful fhun your own Creation...

...W Abraham Hfe.£0&4iand hc:s holding the knife sih-ly cupping the check .. . i! Isaac, his little son &ef a Vk of calm die fate h little son T& ram.who will takt his place LA...

...victirt oi'saenfu-e "Afifilhatn...