"121.
At the hour when the moon appears in its city
and the wide avenues slowly fill with its light
then the night swells with bronze and sadness,
time the barbarian smashes the wax songs,
then the cuckoo counts her griefs on the stone tower
and the pale woman with the sickle steps down
through the dead, scattering straw on the board floor,
rolling huge spokes of shadow slowly across it."
--Brown & Merwin's Mandelstam
“In our house of lamentation
We light the candle from the lightning.” --Mirza Ghalib
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