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90 * ʸʲʬʩʨʹ ʲʨʸˋʤ ʥʣ , ʭʩʨʹ ʲʹʩʸˋʤ , ʸʲʬʩʨʹ ʸʲʥʥ . ʯʢʩʥʠ ʲʷʩʨʹʸˌʣ ʯʥʠ ʲ˦ʸˋʹ ʸʩʠ — ʸʲʨʰʥʸˋ ʱʲʑ ʩʥʥ ʲʬʲʷʰʥʨ ʩʣ . ʸʲʶ ʯʷʑ ʩʥʸ ʯʩʠ ʯʬˌʦ ʯʥʠ ʨʰʲʤ ʲʣʰʲʢʰˋʬʸˋ˦ ʲʱ‫ٷ‬ʥʥ ʩʣ ʯʨʫʲʬ˦ʸˋ˦ ʪʩʦ ʱʩʥʹ ʯʩʠ . ʨʸˋʥʥ ʯʥʠ . ˌ , ʨʫ‫ٷ‬ʬ , ʨʫ‫ٷ‬ʬ ʸʲ‫ٷ‬ʦ , ʨʸˋʶ ʷʩʣ˦ʥʹʩ˗ ˌ ʲʷʩʨ˦ʥʬ ʨʩʮ ʨʰʥʥˌ ʸʲʣ ʨʲʥʥ , ʸʲʢʰʩ˦ ʲʷʩʨ˦ʩʢ ʡ‫ٷ‬ʬ ʯ‫ٷ‬ʣ ʯʸʩʸˋʡ , ʩʥʸ˦ ʲʶʬˌʨʹ , ʸˌʤ ʲʹʩʮʸʥʨʹ ʩʣ ʯʥʠ ʷʩʬʡ ʯ‫ٷ‬ʣ ʯʥʠ ʬʩʥʮ ʯ‫ٷ‬ʣ , ʩʥʸʢ ʩʩʦ ʯʬˌʮ ʯʥʠ , ʷʰʩʬ˦ ʯʥʠ ʸʲʨʶʰʩ˦ ʯʥʠ ʨʩʩʷʮˋʦʰʩʩʠ ʯ‫ٷ‬ʣ ʭʥʸˋ ʯʶʩʸʷ ʢʰʩʸ ʯʷʩʦʩʸ ˋ . ʸʲʬʩʨʹ ʯʥʠ ʸʲʬʩʨʹ ‫ٷ‬ʦ . ʩʥʦˋ ... ʩʥʦˋ ʨˌ ... ʱ ' ʯʦʲʥʥʲʢ ʨʩʰʸˌʢ ʦʩʠ . ʱ ' ʸʲʡʩʸˋ˦ ʯʩʥʹ ʵʬˋ ʦʩʠ . 91 QUIETLY You hard, masterful voice, be still. You sharp, thirsting eyes—lower your dark lashes. In calm sorrow let the white demanding hands lie folded in your lap. And wait. Oh lightly, so lightly, oh magically, tenderly the evening will stir your body with light, poisoned fingers, proud woman, your mouth, your gaze, your disheveled hair, and paint them gray and dark and nimble, etching a mighty ring round your loneliness. Quietly, quietly, like this . . . just like this. . . Nothing happened. Everything is already past. ...

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