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La peinture

Old lady in a garden hat, Sitting at an easel in the open air, What you are painting is immaterial, Sufficient you are there. You could, by a freak of time, Be a painting by Berthe Morisot Hanging decoratively in the Tate, Not posed, as you are, Half-shadowed in summer sunlight, A century too late.

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