The Anointing of David: A Villanelle
The scent of oil is rising from my hair; The prophet’s words hurl flames upon my mind. Beneath the gaze of God, king’s crown I bear. - Before the prophet’s eyes my soul is bare;…
The scent of oil is rising from my hair; The prophet’s words hurl flames upon my mind. Beneath the gaze of God, king’s crown I bear. - Before the prophet’s eyes my soul is bare;…
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