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violets
antiambic

St. Theresa Margaret
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Violets
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Sister, she is kneeling at the bier,
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burned and scarred at the skin of her neck,
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a raw wound beneath her veil,
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and not a man will turn
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to look at her
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but will not turn away
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when each day she begs to enter,
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brings dust in the door,
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brings thin hands, rags,
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knuckle-bones,
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the tenable calligraphy of sorrow.
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My hands, too, are thin,
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for artistry
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my father said,
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not carpentry and yet
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i hammer out years
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as ever he did as ever he did
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and amen.
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And you called me
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sotto voce
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you left the smallest violet
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in the structures of my hand
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and bade me touch
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the veil of her utmost secrecy.
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The veil of her secrecy.
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You asked me
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to make her well.
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24 Feb 07


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lines 22 and 27 should be in italics
 — antiambic

For italics, place following code before line:
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 — Nerva

^ oops. no period needed.
 — Nerva

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