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That tall thin monk dark and angular reading in the refectory from in sancti Benedicti regula he reminded me of a teacher at high school whose name eluded me, I took in the high bell tower orange bricked straight up pointing to heaven misty clouded I viewed from my window in the abbey, colui che ci ha creati senza il nostro aiuto non ci salverà senza il nostro consenso sant'Agostino an Italian monk said quoting St Augustine, I read in the common room leaning against the radiator Abbas Marmion black covered book well worn heat from the radiator warming me up against dull cold day, parler à Dieu the French monk said to me talk to God that is part of prayer partie de la prière and I talked in my own fashion, bell tolled from bell tower la voce di Dio the bells calling to work or prayer Dom Joe said sitting in the old armchair in the guest room where I stayed they guide us la cloche parle, loved the cloisters the medieval sense wind there in the day or late in the evening after Vespers moon light in cloister garth, voices along the passage from other guests' rooms some one spoke another gave a hollow laugh.
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Jan 25, 2017
Jan 25, 2017 at 8:21 AM UTC
BEING THERE MCMLXVIII
That tall thin monk dark and angular reading in the refectory from in sancti Benedicti regula he reminded me of a teacher at high school whose name eluded me, I took in the high bell tower orange bricked straight up pointing to heaven misty clouded I viewed from my window in the abbey, colui che ci ha creati senza il nostro aiuto non ci salverà senza il nostro consenso sant'Agostino an Italian monk said quoting St Augustine, I read in the common room leaning against the radiator Abbas Marmion black covered book well worn heat from the radiator warming me up against dull cold day, parler à Dieu the French monk said to me talk to God that is part of prayer partie de la prière and I talked in my own fashion, bell tolled from bell tower la voce di Dio the bells calling to work or prayer Dom Joe said sitting in the old armchair in the guest room where I stayed they guide us la cloche parle, loved the cloisters the medieval sense wind there in the day or late in the evening after Vespers moon light in cloister garth, voices along the passage from other guests' rooms some one spoke another gave a hollow laugh.
A YOUTH IN AN ABBEY IN 1968
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Jan 25, 2017
Jan 25, 2017 at 8:21 AM UTC
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