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My second spring⁠—

passed in a monastery

with plaster walls⁠—in Fiesole

on the hill above Florence.

My second spring⁠—painted

a virgin⁠—in a blue aureole

sitting on a three-legged stool,

arms crossed⁠—

she is intently serious,

and still

watching an angel

with colored wings

half kneeling before her⁠—

and smiling⁠—the angel’s eyes

holding the eyes of Mary

as a snake’s holds a bird’s.

On the ground there are flowers,

trees are in leaf.