According to poet and writer Joachim Gasquet, the sitter in this painting was a former nun who escaped from a convent and wandered aimlessly until the painter (Paul Cezanne) took her on as a servant.
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Each day and night on bended knee
I bow my head in ardent prayer
Count decades through my Rosary
To beg forgiveness and repair
To be a nun was not for me
Abstaining all our Lord forbade
I fled from His divinity
And broke the holy vows I'd made
The Lord provided sustenance
By offering life in servitude
Despite my disobedience
He'd granted me an interlude
I might have served a living hell
On streets where death and sickness breed
So I'll serve my days and serve them well
Repentance for my dreadful deed
I'll beg forgiveness and repair
Count decades through my Rosary
And bow my head in ardent prayer
Each day and night on bended knee.
Your work reminds me of my favorite poet (Steve Ralph) wow,you surely can tell a tale well with perfect rhythm and rhyme.
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