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THE BOSPHORUS POEMS

HOW DARK IS THE NIGHT ,

HOW FAR ARE THE STARS ,

SO EMPTY IS THE WIDE DESERT OF THIS TINY ROOM

WHEN YOUR VOICE IS NOT PRESENT

TO PLACATE THE DEMONS TORMENTIGMY MIND .

BUT JUST THE THOUGHT OF YOUR DANCING HAIR

TILTING AND SWINGING AS YOU WALK PAST ME

IT'S ENOUGH TO SOOTHEY MY HOPELESS SOUL

OF A MARINER STRANDED AT SEA .

MAX MAZZOLI

BY SJONNI