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| Persepolis, 1st century capital of the world |
Unfamiliar with the blue of the sky,
Unfamiliar with the shining green
of the earth,
Unfamiliar with the history
of man's covering his body,
I am standing
Inside a circle of ice,
Surrounded by sorrow and anxiety;
And naked, ancient and alone,
I carry on my shoulders
the thousand-year-old burden
of shame,
of coveredness,
of modesty.
Unfamiliar with the shining green
of the earth,
Unfamiliar with the history
of man's covering his body,
I am standing
Inside a circle of ice,
Surrounded by sorrow and anxiety;
And naked, ancient and alone,
I carry on my shoulders
the thousand-year-old burden
of shame,
of coveredness,
of modesty.
O mothers of sleep
Whose bones
Are the ancient hiding place
of the dead instincts,
Look how my bare, ancient roots,
Slowly but with resolution,
Penetrate the ice.
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| Gateway to all Nations; the entrance into the ancient city of Persepolis. |
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