u/Fit_Mine_8583

I have much of the poem committed to memory and have searched for it through the internet and AI using its text without luck. It was suggested that I look here. While the whole thing is somewhat long, the first bit is this:

There was, or was there. Not here, not elsewhere an old woman from Karaman. And who loved her? No man. A comb of wood inside her purse, on her grey locks, a curse. She walked to the town in a pistachio gown and a veil the color of aubergine.

I remember that the book described this poem as a "bisat" or carpet poem. Would be delighted to find the book again. It has gone missing from my library for maybe 20 years or more now and I cannot recall its title/author or anything else about it.