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 A few pictures in front of me By Jam Hamidi March 19, 2002 The Iranian Earlier this month my father, Javad Hamidi, painter, poet and teacher at Tehran University, was struck by a speeding motorcycle in Tehran, and passed away. He was 84 (or 88 by some accounts). I wrote a little poem for his memory. Smartly dressed, hat slightly tilted You're walking in the streets of Paris Full of purpose, penniless and late But then again, you were gifted Waving to a painting of wolves In a little gallery, Montmarte Furry baroness your captive The light on the canvas dissolves Then there's your resplendent White young beautiful bride Stealing a glance, bored and stunned Here you are, almost triumphant With the times, hair much longer now In your esthetic modern sunny house In a deep conversation with someone A little distant, a little furrow in brow You were strong, and steady, and holy And you died just as spectacularly As your life and work and thoughts Float to us, lucky enough to be by And thank you for coming in my dream Thank you for the hug and good vibe I laughed really hard in the shower today But it's much harder to explain why To Javad Hamidi, 1918-2002 Love, Jam
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