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We said: We are not birds. He said: You lvill not reach Him. All are His. All are in Him) and all are His manifestations. Seek Him to find Him in Hin1self He is lvithin Himself We said: We are not birds able to fly. He said: My wings are time. Love is the fire of love) so catch fire to free yourselffrom the body of place. We asked: Have you returned from Sheba to take us to a new Sheba? Our letters were returned to us) yet you lvere not returned ... you returned not. In Greece you didn't comprehend Aristophanes.
The last train has stopped at the last platform. And no one was there. 15 On the Slope, Higher Than the Sea, They Slept On the slope, higher than the sea, higher than the cypresses, they slept. The iron sky erased their memories, and the dove flevv away in the direction of their pointing fingers, east of their torn bodies. Weren't they entitled to throw the basil of their names on the moon in the water? And plant bitter orange trees in the ditches to dispel the darkness? They sleep beyond the limits of space, on a slope where \vords turn to stone.
We were not basil returning in spring to our small windo\vs. We were not leaves for the wind to blow us back to our shores. Here and there a clear line marks our route of wandering. For how many years should \ve sacrifice our dead to the oblivion mirrored in melodious ambiguity? For how many years should our wounded lift mountains of salt so that \ve might find the cOlnmandments? ()ur letter is returned to us, and here and there a clear line marks the shado\v. ]1 How many seas should \iVe cross in the desert?