Forough Farrokhzad

It may be a distant winter dusk,Or perhaps a silent night-of a foggy, frozen fall.That day,gloomy, bright or cloudy, yet,it will be an empty day-like all the rest:a figment of the future,a picture of the past.That day,My eyes like dark holes,My face like cold marbles;I’ll be taken away in a swift sleep,leaving behind my colorful…

You are –still- nowhere!Grabbing,dragging, then fleeing away,you swiftly spread- like a deadly plague,on the run for the Other Soil, your destination’s vague!Watching you-from far and wide,in my seized eye,you’re a rebellious tide-in an eternal glide.Insistent, impatient, then a restless errant,you must be calm in heart, fretful just in act!And I now know, the sea of…