Hanukiah on Field Azure
Rondeau
12-25-08
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Hanukiah on field azure.
Gold windows wink, a shamash sure,
As sky sprouts red, then bluest felt.
And in the East, like scattered gelt,
A tenement of lamps endure.
What mean these lights and why occur?
From what whale the oil procure?
What gilded Tarot is here dealt?
Hanukiah.
These candles must a thing make pure,
Some colorless contagion cure,
Some goodness from some bad ore smelt.
If to one star three wise men knelt,
How many more do nine lights lure?
Hanukiah.
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