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Because the kings of France loved Tivoli
these windows bearing oranges
glowed, and that’s how night becomes day without taking your eyes off their palaces in winter.
A garden is a mirror
he said stepping back to get a larger view
a globe upon a table, that’s containable,
whereas an orange will seem to expand in the dark—we’ve trained
our explosions to slow down. We thought
the world was warm, was orange, and hung
ripe among the leaves all around us.
From the French:
garder: to keep as well