The old ghost stood still, pressing herself
Into the wall. She seemed surprised to find
She was a shadow clad in a medieval nun's costume
Just beyond the doorway in a painting by Degas
If you were hurrying through the Jeu de Paume
Late one cold afternoon in 1970
As I was, she might've made you pause,
As she asked who'd painted you so convincingly
And if you'd consider calling her back to mind
Fifty years and a few weeks later.
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