For the Sisters of the Hotel Dieu
as if to illustrate their sisterhood,
the sisters pace the hospital garden walks.
In their robes black and white immaculate hoods
they are like birds,
the safe domestic fowl of the House of God.
O biblic birds, who fluttered to me in my childhood illnesses
- me little, afraid, ill, not of your race, -
the cool wing for my fever, the hovering solace,
the sense of angels-
be thanked, O plumage of paradise, be praised.
A YEAR AGO TODAY: Other Lives And Dimensions And Finally A Love Poem,