Carry me away, o nights of snow
erase my shadow
and the traces of my sandals.
O nights of snow, overflow!
Erase my shadow,
I am the woman who cried and prayed and cried.
But of what avail are tears and prayers
to a moon god, a moon ghost
who hides in blue cloud,
in the soft light
Where never quakes
a hunger burning with sighs?
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