Be Vast, Solitary, Down to Earth and Firm — Sohrâb Sepehrî, Sohrab Sepehri: A Selection of Poems from the Eight Books
Be Vast, Solitary, Down to Earth and Firm — Sohrâb Sepehrî, Sohrab Sepehri: A Selection of Poems from the Eight Books
Be Vast, Solitary, Down to Earth and Firm — Sohrâb Sepehrî, Sohrab Sepehri: A Selection of Poems from the Eight Books
Be Vast, Solitary, Down to Earth and Firm — Sohrâb Sepehrî, Sohrab Sepehri: A Selection of Poems from the Eight Books
Be Vast, Solitary, Down to Earth and Firm — Sohrâb Sepehrî, Sohrab Sepehri: A Selection of Poems from the Eight Books
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Be Vast, Solitary, Down to Earth and Firm

— Sohrâb Sepehrî, Sohrab Sepehri: A Selection of Poems from the Eight Books
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