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FACADE: 1. PERE AMELOT, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: The stars like quaking-grass grow in each gap
Last Line: He knows there is nothing at all!
Subject(s): Poetry & Poets


THE stars like quaking-grass grow in each gap
Of air (ruined castle wall) . . .
Pere Amelot in his white nightcap
Peered through . . . saw nothing at all.

Like statues green from the verdigris
Of the moon, two shadows join
His shade, that under that castle wall sees
The moon like a Roman coin.

Out of his nightcap he drew three pence . . .
Marie and Angelique pass
The knife through Pere Amelot's back -- in the dense
Bushes fly . . . he nods on the grass.

The man with the lanthorn, a moment after,
Picks up the moon that fell
Like an Augustan coin when laughter
Shook the hen-cackling grass of Hell;

And the Public Writer inscribing his runes
Beneath that castle wall, sees
Three Roman coins as blackened as prunes --
And Pere Amelot slain for these!

The stars like quaking-grass grow in each gap
Of air -- ruined castle wall . . .
Pere Amelot nods in his white nightcap . . .
He knows there is nothing at all!





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