Persian Westender

The Poultice

Sometimes I wonder

With all the sufferings which I’ve endured

How is that I am still alive?

***

In the mortar of desperation

I grind four elements:

-          Two lost notes of an unheard violoncello performance 

-          A few suppressed laments

-          A landscape from a dark and cold midnight

-          The torn papers of my unfinished poems

I grind them well

And by them I make a poultice

For this old and festered wound

which snarls of its aches,

Is echoing through the ambience of my remorse

I’ve appreciated everything in my life, even my torments

So that I’m humming quietly:

I suffer....therefore I am.

Azarin

I’m humbled by your kind words of encouragement.

Moving poem!

I loved every bit of your heartfelt poem! Every word, every line...great poetry, very moving!

You are a true gifted poet!

Thank you for sharing,

Azarin

PS:I saw the last comments about "l'ame enchantee" and Annette Riviere...I love Romain Rolland! One of my favorites! Like Souri-e aziz, his work changed my life, especially Jean Christophe (which I've read 3 times in my teen years...Ah javaani kojaai ke yaadeat bekheir!)

Beh-Azin was such a great translator

I want to join Souri and write: Rouhash Shaad, Beh-Azin.

dear PW

The Enchanted soul, I read it when I was 19 and it changed my life. I think since I'd read that book, my views have changed about many thing in life. Beh-Azin, is one of my favorite. Jaane Shifteh and Jean Christophe, were both form Roman Rolland, translated (very ostadaneh) by the late Beh-Azin. Rouhash Shaad.

Souri

No need to be sorry! I read The 'Enchanted Soul', when I was only 17. I don't remember anything of it, except it was translated by Beh Azin.

Cheers

OMG ,, Razi

How do you remember that? that was the name of Anette Riviere. Riviere like roudkhaaneh...OMG I miss that story again!! Thanks for reminding me of Roman Rolland again. Have you read Jean Christophe too?...

Sorry I may derail the subject, Sorry Pw. I got too exicted !

Souri

من هم ضماد را نمیدونستم. در فرهنگ فارسی اینو پیدا کردم
1 - بستن چیزی بر جراحت . 2 - پارچه ای که زخم جراحت را با آن بندند . 3 - دارویی که روی زخم گذارند مرهم

کتاب جان شیفته را من چندین سال پیش خوندم ولی همیشه روی حرفهاش فکر میکنم .

"رودخانه به سوی دریا روان است بی آنکه هیچ ساکن باشد!زندگی که گام می‌سپارد... روبه پیش!جریان،‌حتی در مرگ،‌ما را با خود می‌برد... حتی در مرگ ،‌ما پیش خواهیم بود.

Hey mikhastam commetn nazaram...!

dear PW,

As you know I'm very interested to all your works and this one is really one of the most beautiful. I don't know what Zemad means really but I could guess it should be something like a "majoon" or a mixture (?)

PS: Razi, I'm so glad to see you know Roman Rolland and also my favorite of Roman Rolland the " Enchanted soul"...

I'd read it both in Persian w(hen I was younger) and also in French. Roman Rolland is a great writer of the 20 century. Thanks for bringing a qout from him. That was great!

PW when translating try to

PW when translating try to remember the idea that made you write this poem. That idea, the essence, the light bulb that went on in your head, is universal and international.

Suffering and dealing with pain is part of life in all languages. We can all feel it but we can not all convey it in a poem.

رومن رولان,در

رومن رولان,در آغاز "جان شیفته" میگه:
جنس آدمی, از نرینه و مادینه, تنها به بهای سختیها و مبارزه با مشکلات زندگیست که ساخته میشود.

من بخصوص بیت آخرشعرتون را دوست دارم, من درد میکشم پس هستم....
نقطه ای که شاید از شدت درد و بی حسی و نام شدن به آن برسیم!

Dear Jaafar Sadegh,

It looks like I missed your comment. For some reason it appeared later on the thread. I apologize for that. I‘ll translate the poem in next couple of days, although I don’t think it would convey the same message as it does in Farsi. Thanks for reading and liking my work.  

Cogito ergo sum

When you think you start doubting. This video is interesting

//www.youtube.com/watch?v=rkdpsgrAHDQ

Orang jan. I thought the

Orang jan. I thought the original statement of Descartes was “ man ‘shak’ mikonam, pas hastam...”. Thanks for correcting me.

Red wine, thank you for your comment.

...

عاشق بودن

تحمل رنج و درد و توانايی غلبه و از ياد بردن اين رنج و درد است...

موفق باشيد.

من درد میکشم...پس هستم

nice poem,  I apreciated it. your heart is a beautiful one.

Very smart your "reuse" of Descartes's sentence "Je pense donc je suis", I think so I am. French believe a lot in this sentence. For Iranians your sentnce is more appropriate:

من درد میکشم...پس هستم

 Orang 

بسیار ممنونم

جهانشاه، مینا، ام پی‌ دی، منوچهر، و اناهید گرامی‌،

از بابت کامنت‌های دلگرم کننده تان بسیار ممنونم. 

Very nice and deep poem. I

Very nice and deep poem. I wouldn't call it particularly too painful or sad, I'd call it deep.

PW can you translate it in English? or at least attempt to? I think this is one of your best work and deserves an English version.

Your poem goes easily to my heart as Orang would say

Dear PW, many times, your fantastic poems resonate well with me. This is one of those times.  Your poem and my liking of it reminds me of "Orang" 's comment on my "Poetry and me (1)" blog.  At the end of his comment, "Orang" wrote:"I remarked when a poem come from heart goes easily to other hearts."  I especially like where you write about:

چند هق هق فرو خورده   و    ورق پاره های اشعار نیمه تمام

با خود

با خود اندیشیدم

سخن زیباییست

که چکیده ست به راز

از نوک صاعقه سای قلم زیبایی.

همرهت همدم باد.

زخم تو مرحم باد.

Very well said,

I was becoming complacent in my existance, therefore it won't hurt to have some more pain in my life.

PW

Great poem,  touching, sad and deep.

Powerful

All the pain aside, great poem.