The Beauty of Virginity

The first time Ottmar wore spectacles when a world of blurred objects and drifting colours acquired precision. In the Oculus's room he couldn't read the letters on the charts. To this day I can see Jesus on the holy donkey in the picture above my bed. Lady Day Smith says in precious September that's one of her books. For the general there are those gentle cotswold bells, the organ booming evening hymns. There is the beauty of virginity specially kept. And drinks beneath that tree the child fell out of.