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solitary servant raised her eyes to see who was walking along Volga river in the shade of frozen fortress muted priest read a book of exorcism with a topaz fountain murmuring in Alta Badia pots of gardenias perfumed at dawn the space among red terraces was splendid for so many forgotten heroes of life if you had told the lie not me or that mere listeners or any one in the carnival would have adored you as much as we did when the clocks struck nine and crows scream hauntingly a single flash of lightning made the nuance frighten the gala nights in the Amazon woods were full of compassionate guests the sharp eyes from their hidden towers watched that music, dance, and party (dedicated to a poet friend at poemhunter, Luwi Habte)