I walk into the funds you
Where the eye is at rest
Where the shadow falls back
Where the walls descellent
Whether your gesture and your word
Were thy seasons
I took upon myself this pilgrimage
For door to door you pass
O you who tell me all about our history.
Andree Chedid
(In the heart of the heart, Ed Librio, p. 18) 
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