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And still I haunt
Neruda Akhmatova
Darwish’s girl, her spirit
transparent as apricots in March,
looking for—what?
Something rounder
than what I was given,
something beyond black and white,
something like blown red glass.
~Excerpt from L.L. Barkat 's writings