Four poems about Francis of Assisi

1. Sistered by Death

For some there are vanities that rise up as rags,
And declare their holy poverty to the world;
For others, language is a dazzling vestment
Worn close to the skin;
But you, Francis, kept your words and your poverty
At a sacred distance, so that in each dawn,
You could rise like a swimmer
And breach the water afresh,
Hair bubbling with curls.

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