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Nuns at an Airport


They themselves, in theirFlaming robes, winged headdressesHolding the rail at the edgeOf the great world of air Almost ascendOn the rushing windThey stand againstWith ecstatic faces Pale-cheeked, partakingOf the Creation—Black-robed these Muses [...]

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