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Songs of Anisha Will find their way, and why should I wait ten years yet, having lived sixty- seven, ten years more or less, Before I crawl out on a ledge of rock and die snapping, like a wolf Who has lost his mate? I am bound by my own thirty-year-old decision: who drinks the wine Should take the dregs; even in the bitter lees and sediment New discovery may lie. The deer in that beautiful place lay down their bones: I must wear mine. “Amarya,” by Al-kasim Abdulkadir Now that you have uncovered the veil And thy shy smile peeks out What tales shall you bear? Not tales of broken pots For brides beget not broken pots. Nor darken pots. Now that your chattering friends Have left you in the company of Suitcases of Atampa and stacks of ceramics What tales shall you bear? And the morning after After the warm embrace of the night And the caress of the night breeze And the fragrance of rain What tales shall you bear, Amarya? What tales Amarya? 55