In the Dordogne  11845

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    We stood up before day
    And shaved by metal mirrors
    In the faint flame of a faulty candle.

    And we hurried down the wide stone stairs
    with a clirr of spurr chains
    on stone. And we thought
    when the cocks crew
    that the ghosts of a dead dawn
    would rise and be off. But they stayed
    under the window, crouched on the staircase,
    the window now the colour of morning.
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