Outside Chartres' walls in clay
Thorns menace a rose;
Inside a palace in Marseilles
A painting of Camille Corot's
Waits patiently to say
What parentheses eternally enclose.
Desire whispers in the night
Lifting moonlit veils,
Fulfilled oration can't delight
Homeric ships which have no sails;
Though winds may howl, "Take flight!"
Ulysses anchors while Circe serves him ales.
Diamonds' polished and gleaming
Facets fascinate
The darkest vestige within priests,
Whose black robes fail to suffocate
Nature's urge unexpunged:
No instinct's easy to ameliorate.
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