Wonderful poem! Salima, of you permit me I would like to tell a strange story here, and though it concerns a universal theme I have to go loco here in Flanders Belgium. In 1892 was published the novel "Bruges-la-Morte" by the flemish french-writing author Georges Rodenbach. Georges was very much a child of his age, sharing its weird and neuroric sensibilities, a typical representative of impressionism and symbolism. Now I wonder if many people on the Forum have an idea of Bruges? It's one of the best preserved mediaeval cities in Europe, and as such it has become a huge open air museum receiving thousands of tourists each year. The atmosphere is magical to say the least, and the city has been the theme of many novels, poems and films, one of the last being "In Bruges" with Ralph Fiennes (I'm giving the opening here). Now why am I telling all this here, usurping your poem? Because this magnificent environment is the perfect setting for Bruges-la-Morte, "Bruges-the-Death", the novel of Georges Rodenbach. It's the story of a (mad) man living in Bruges and only living for his memories and by his memories. He is a settled bourgeois and he spends his life remembering his deceased wife, whose blonde tresses lay on the piano on which she played Debussy so many times. Then one day in the silent streets he sees a woman in the distance, ressembling his wife in all points, even to her huge tresses of blonde hair. He follows her and indeed she is a real woman, but totally different in character from his deceased wife. She is an actress and she represents life, joy, pleasure, and though he enters a relationship with her she can in no way replace his wife, for whom he was looking in her likeness. The story obviously ends tragically. She enters the sacred room of his memories and plays with the tresses on the piano, and in a fit of madness he strangles her with them for her impiety, and again death has won. This astonishing novel has been translated in several languages but I doubt if any language can render the gothic beauty of the main character, the city of Bruges, more a sepulchre than a town, more a memory than stones. Memories, let's be careful with them... Sorry again for bringing this up here.