Against the white of my shoulder,
The sunburn blazes, ruby and angular
As the tiles of light thrown from
A stained glass window onto
The church’s slippery carpet.
In my synagogue, Chagall’s
Famed windows hang in black
Frames. This version is a copy
By the rabbi's wife. Their careful needlepoint
shows color and shape, figures
dancing, candles, horses, the moon.
And so we choose versions when retelling:
Glass for thread, white for garnet red.
Glass for thread, white for garnet red.that last line is going to stay with me.
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LOVE the last line!! - oh i see someone else has commented on it too - it has power.
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P.S. My pleasure re. mascara!! Let me know if you got in, It looks intriguing...
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So good!
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