THE GLAZIER
The pure sun - throwing off
Too much brightness to measure -
Dazzled, contrives to doffIts shirt on the back of the glazier.
VIII
THE OLD-CLOTHES WOMAN
The piercing eye with which you see
What they contain essentially
Separates my rags from me
And naked I go as a deity.
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