woke up suddenly-At exact midnight.He rubbed his eyes-with his little hands.He yawned twice-and then he sat.What had happened?What had he seen?***He had a dream, about a fish;A shiny, gilded fish,soft, sleek, slick,light, bright, slight.It was like sunshine-Across a navy pane,throwing sparkle and stars-to both Ali’s eyes.And finally,she laid on surfacewith its tiny wings,padding water’s face.It…
Spring has arrived.I must look for my mate.”The bird fled from the edge of wire.The bird soared away towards the clouds-and disappeared fast.Just like a wish,Just like a prayer,Just like a whisper,The bird spread far and wide-in the air.The bird was tiny.The bird was light.The bird was not bright,The bird was lonely,But the bird, well,was…
My Friday: sad, like dusty-forsaken lanes.My Friday,The cold day of ailing, idle thoughts;The moist day of endless, cruel bore,My Friday, loaded with grief,mournful of my fading faith,and of my vain hope,Oh, my Friday,this renouncing day…**&**Oh, this empty room,Oh, this gloomy home!These opaque walls, isolating me from attacks of youth,these collapsing roofs on my short daydreams…
It will take you-to the unending dawn of blooms,flight and light.In this verse,I heaved you a sigh, sigh.In this verse,I tied you to trees,water and flames.Life perhaps,is that long, shady road,where every day, a woman wanders-with her basket of fruits.Life perhaps, is that rope;the one that a man would hang himself with-in a gray, rainy…
With a fixed gazelike that of the deadone can stare for long hoursat the smoke rising from a cigaretteat the shape of a cupat a faded flower on the rugat a fading slogan on the wall.One can draw back the drapeswith wrinkled fingers and watchrain falling heavy in the alleya child standing in a doorwayholding…
of the blue direction.the horizon is vertical, verticaland movement fountain-like;and at the limits of visionshining planets spin.the earth in elevation reaches repetition,and air wellschanges into tunnels of connection;and day is a vastness,which does not fit into narrow mindof newspaper worms.why should I stop?the road passes through the capillaries of life,the quality of the environmentin the…
and about the depths of night.I am talking about the thickness of absolute shade.Darling!If you are coming to visit me,Then, bring me a torch,and put up for me-a little window.I will then watch-the noisy crowd of the happy lane.Translation: Maryam Dilmaghani, Summer 2006, Montreal
Whatever happened after you,happened in a mesh of insanity and ignorance.After you,the window which was a lively and bright connectionbetween the bird and usbetween the breeze and usbrokebrokebrokeafter you,that earthly doll which did not utter a thing,nothing but waterwaterwaterdrownedin water.After you,we killed the cricket’s voicewe became luredby the bell ring rising off of the letters…
build a wall around meAnd I flee from you to a pathless path.Until I see valleys on the moons dirtUntil I wash my body in the water fountains of lightIn a colorful fog of a warm summer morningI’ll fill my skirt with lilies from the fieldsAnd hear the roar of roosters from the village rooftopsI’m…
The sphere is vertical,The sphere is vertical-And move: rise and fall.At the borders of sight, bright stars rotate.The earth stands steady, seen from the heights.All the black holes are altered to confined circuits and links.And day is an unknown vastness-to the contracted wits of paper-worms.Why shall I mind, why?The route had to cut across my…
