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The Roundel
The Roundel
From the top of the staircase
the sun shines through
an oval stained-glass window,
spreading slow, blush-rose
over footworn, blue-veined Carrara.
Set high in the wall a white star
against a blood-red sea
and through the red panes,
and rippling as though dipped
in blood itself,
a glimpse of church tower
shimmering with the sound
of drowning bells:
Malta in a roundel.
Margaret Clerici
from "Glass: Glimpses of Malta"
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