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شاه چشمخاكستري/‏‎215‎but here, where I stood three hundred hours,185where no one ever opened the doors,lest I forget in death’s blessed oblivionthe Black Maria’s screaming hum,forget the terrible clang, the gates that haillike a wounded beast, the old woman’s wail.190And from my eyelids, bronze, unmoving,may snowflakes fall like tears, melting,and the prison pigeons coo far from me,and, on the Neva, ships sail silently.March, 1940