The Stigmata of St. Francis
Seraph-spread wings And the wings of the tree Branches like outstretched arms And hands pinioned, punctured The taste of honey and vinegar Agony and Ecstasy Rough-wool clad Naked unto God Seraph-sealed lips And the eyes…
Seraph-spread wings And the wings of the tree Branches like outstretched arms And hands pinioned, punctured The taste of honey and vinegar Agony and Ecstasy Rough-wool clad Naked unto God Seraph-sealed lips And the eyes…
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