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Elizabeth Smither

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At Saint-Sulpice

Mass times, I read. Choir practices at ...
Then the great organ begins and I loiter
reading the notices over and over.

Cesar Frank strides like a wind.
The sanctuary of the martyrs lights up
by one of those peculiarities of slanted light

and the funeral in the Lady chapel
is just the excuse. One soul
and a cast of twenty raise thousands.



ŠElizabeth Smither 2004

Last updated 11 May 2001