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The mirror between us is breath
mist when I speak. Your face
in water: I reach, the work
grows muddy. Even friend and
beloved are wrong words for this.
Even ahhhhh retreats back into
my mouth, the same if the moon's
behind cloud or being released.
A pure silent look is better.
-- Ghazal (Ode) 1453
Version by Coleman Barks, with Nevit Ergin
"The Glance"
Viking-Penguin, 1999
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