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Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Qu'est-ce que tu en penses?



Today her slate asks, "What do you think?"

By the pumphouse, between Saint Francis and a blue pot, she asks that. I think of a poem I wrote two years ago about Saint Francis:              
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                                               Puisque Norma a hérité
                                               d'une statue de jardin
                                               de Saint Francis,
                                               je l'ai construite
                                               une petite église
                                               Catholique pour
                                               le mettre dedans, et
                                               ai collé des colombes
                                               de plâtre à lui --
                                               mais aucunes plumes
                                               collant dehors sa bouche.

It's about how she was given the little saint but he fell over too much and I had to build him a small Catholic church and glue his doves back on. She gave him a fresh coat of paint, and  pointed out that the upper dove had lost a wing tip. She asked what I thought. I told her it looked suspiciously bite-sized and she should paint a few feathers sticking out of St. Francis's mouth.


This was not well-received. She gave me a look. I gesture toward her slate.

"It is still what I think," I say. "Imagine having a bird in your face for several generations. There are limits even to the patience of a saint!"

Then her cell-phone rings. Our friend, Christina --who loves us like a sister-- calls: "How is your yard today?"

"Fine!" She says, pointing the phone at me, "but there is a crazy old man in it. Look!"


What do you think?

17 comments:

  1. I think it's nice to have friends who help you fix your statues and make jokes about dove eating saints.

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  2. What a delightful post - - I'm certain that even Pope Francis would be smiling at this one. I'm definitely impressed that you can write poetry in French!

    I like the solo-saint-sized church that you created for St. Francis and his doves.
    And the saint looks much better without a mouthful of feathers......

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  3. But surely there are no limits to the patience of a saints statue? In any case, maybe the question is about the blue pot?

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  4. I have always been impressed with your obvious intellect that shines through in your writing - but writing French poetry? Damn. I can barely write poetry in my native tongue lol.

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  5. I laughed out loud at the end, and really enjoyed that French poem since I can read and understand French. The picture of you in the garden makes me wish I could have one myself. Someday. :-)

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  6. A nice garden and it looks like St. Francis' stock just went up with the white smoke.

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  7. Delores-- It is indeed nice. Like you, friends are part of a larger garden.

    Jon-- Thanks. Altho St. Francis was never ordained, I thought he could use a little church.

    John-- Statues maybe. But even saints are only known as far as they are tested.

    Keith-- Thanks. I recall I wrote the Francis poem in French to honor his mother. But best can be said of my French is it is American.

    Sammy-- How I wish I too had studied French earlier! In "Testament", Francis wrote Nature is the mirror of God. Your whole world is a garden.

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  8. Sage-- Indeed, Pope has quite a name to live up to!

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  9. Let's be charitable and think that St. Francis saw this poor dove who had lost its wing tip. So invited it to sit on his shoulder and annoy him forever. That's the *nice* version. really, of course he bit the top of the wing off! :)

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  10. No wonder the poor guy kept falling over, it appears that he is missing part of his foot. A foot, a wing, it all evens out.
    Now about that crazy old man...

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  11. What do I think? That you're a wit in TWO languages.

    Hmmm, even with all those years of studying French, I can't recall a word that corresponds to "dude". So, tres bien, dude.

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  12. How appropriate to share a post about St. Francis this week :)

    Feathers are such an annoyance, LOL.

    Happy Weekend!

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  13. Hahahahah!!!!! And I got confused because it says "her mouth" so I thought you were talking about Norma!!!!

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  14. Jenny-- Religion does seem to balance *nice* with biting, but Francis was probably on the nice side.

    ShannonAnn-- Ah, the crazy old man who roams Norma's garden and glues saints to the floor, at your service.

    Susan-- "Tres bien dude". In all humility I accept this honor. To decline would be an ostentation of modesty.

    Carol-- Actually it was coincidental, but I like "appropriate".

    Austan-- Checked dictionary. Says "sa" is feminine as an adjective but masculine as a possessive pronoun. We're both right!

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  15. What do I think? That yours is quite a peculiar and slightly disturbing world view.

    Excellent.

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  16. Love the feathers in the mouth idea! I, myself, have had lawn ornament inspirations such as gnome-munching reindeer at Christmas time.

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  17. I think you two are well matched.

    :-)

    Personally, I love the idea of you gluing a couple feathers to his mouth!

    Pearl

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