This poem is taken from Poetry Nation 3 Number 3, 1974.
Two PoemsWE CLOSE OUR EYES TO ANSELM AND LIE CALM
Remember how, at seven years, the decrees
were brought home: child-soul must register
for Christ's dole, be allotted its first Easter,
blanch-white and empty, chilled by the lilies,
bridling amid the well-wishers and spies.
Reverend Mother, breakfastless, could feast her
constraint on terracotta and alabaster
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