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Nasreen Mohamedi
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I clutched at sounds -
I groped at shapes -
I touched the tops of Films -
I felt the Wilderness roll back
Along my Golden lines -
The Sackcloth - hangs upon the nail -
The Frock I used to wear -
But where my movement of brocade -
My - drop - of India?
E. Dickinson 'Poem no, 544'
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