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Isabelle Castillo




        February 6,1987


           Now is winter gone
      And rain departed and past.
           The flowers appear
              In our country
          And the time is come
             To cut the vines.
       The voice of the turtledove
           Is heard in our land.
             The fig tree hath
          Brought forth her figs.
         And the vine blossoms
               Give a savor.
       Up, hast my love, my dove,
         In the holes of the rock
          And the secret places
               Of the walls.
           Show me thy face
       And let me here thy voice,
          For thy voice is sweet
              And thy face
                Beautiful.


         (From "Song of Songs"
     Translated from the Hebrew
     In  1534, by William Tyndale,
         Who is credited with
         Introducing the word
               "beautiful"
      Into the English language).
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