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شاه خاكستريچشم/‏ 15539From: The Seventh Book Shade‘What does a certain woman knowof the hour of her death?’ - MandelshtamTallest, most suave of us, why Memory,forcing you to appear from the past, passdown a train, swaying, to find meclear profiled through the window-glass?5Angel or bird? How we debated!The poet thought you translucent straw.Through dark lashes, your eyes, Georgian,looked out, with gentleness, on it all.Shade, forgive. Blue skies, Flaubert,10insomnia, late-blooming lilac flower,bring you, and the magnificence of the year,