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THE PORTINARI NATIVITY        Cori Martin (2012) The ruined stable’s open to the air, a stage on which the rustic scene plays out. Here stumbling shepherds fix their gaping faces, their brothers rushing from the hill behind where heavenly hosts have choired goodwill to them. More angels, anxious, hover in the roof or roost below in feathered flocks. All keep respectful distance, hanging back, the uncertain parents, too, unmoving. All awestruck, dumb with wonder, cluster in a perfect circlet round the little one. He wears no swaddling clothes; bare skin’s exposed to winter’s chill. Only his holy glow… Read More »The Portinari Nativity