This poem is taken from PN Review 36, Volume 10 Number 4, March - April 1984.
The Virgin Mary
All these oppressed her:
light's
Peremptory pure glare
In summer, and the weak
Pallor of winter air;
Men's breath against her cheek,
And fruitless unshared nights.
Her strange clothes hung in mute
...
light's
Peremptory pure glare
In summer, and the weak
Pallor of winter air;
Men's breath against her cheek,
And fruitless unshared nights.
Her strange clothes hung in mute
...
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