| 0 | To return is impossible and to talk about it, forbidden. How it was filled with bliss, that heavenly garden. |
| 0 | Like a pagan priestess reads aloud sing-song from the thick Babylonian Dream Book. |
| 0 | Beneath the jasmine a stone marks a buried treasure. On the path, my father stands. A beautiful, beautiful day. |
| 0 | I had long been the earth— Arid, ochre, forlorn since birth. But you fell on my chest by chance from beaks of birds, from eyes of grass. |
| 0 | And then even the snow disappeared, and early spring, rising on tiptoes, draped her green scarf over the trees. |
| 0 | All that might’ve occurred. Like a five-fingered leaf. Fluttered into my hands, but it isn’t enough. |