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February 23, 2013 § Leave a comment
Gauguin, Gauguin, I’ve seen you naked in the sun
painting your heat into remembrance
and morning, Gauguin, stepsisters
sit shaded between blue trees
and your repeated orange dawn, Gauguin
in order, truth and colour. The sombre
yellow dwelling from hence the herald angel
failed to sing, Gauguin, a welcoming.
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