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I had gone from poem to poem, and found
you once, terribly alone, speaking
to yourself: "Bolt your doors, Sad heart! Put out
the candles, break all cups of wine. No one,
now no one will ever return." But you
still waited, Faiz, for that God, that woman,
that Friend, that Revolution, to come
at last. And because you waited,
I listen as you pass with some song,
a memory of musk, the rebel face of hope.

Cobwebs cling
to the soundless
words of my ancestors.