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LXXII
Cezanne's Gardanne
A veil of silk dilution's strewn
over the hurried afternoon

keeping back Th'Fires the skies
flash shamelessly before our eyes:

God knows what creature spun
such pointless webs upon th'spellbound Sun

Her feet must swifter than the spider's be
--her cool Faith still quicker than Thee!

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