Black Regrets–Sénanque
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He holds a postcard in his hand. The view
Is of an abbey high in chalky hills
(Provençe). The abbey there of gris-ish hue
Sits in among the purple straight-ish frills
Of rows and rows of lavender. When dried
Like gray-ish white of slope beside them, they
Will be as fragrant as the memories tied
Up in the words his lover wrote. Yet gray
Is glaucous wrong. Mementos like this card
Are too restrained like rainbows printed in
Black, gray, and white. The loving was as hard
As phoenixes in flames embracing sin.
..He holds the card—and hair surrounding acts
….Of love brings back pain’s tress-tufts’ artefacts.