THE VIRGIN OF MERCY Poem by Yves Bonnefoy

THE VIRGIN OF MERCY

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All, now,
Nice and warm
Under your light cloak,
Almost nothing but mist and embroidery,
Madonna of mercy of the snow.

Against your body
Beings and things
Sleep, naked, and your fingers
Shade those closed eyelids from their light.

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