Nun - Poem by Luca Menin
Strong form, index art, painted sculpture,
have left her feeling rather abashed.
A woman who is headed of a convent monastery, lives among the monks.
Abdicate, owing to a strange mental aberration, she forgot her own name.
Living in abject misery, abjuring her religion.
We may talk of beautiful thing, but beauty itself is abstract.
By accident of birth, she shall endeavour to accommodate you whenever is possible.
She nurses her breast, of obligation and kindness places.
Keenly with inquisitive analysis she observes rules.
Made like tiny wings fitted to her body.
The pain made her long for oblivion, against obscenity and obscure poets.
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