“The Third Sigh: Where are you, poetry?…Where are your blue stitches?…The heart of the world… has been torn apart “…http://www.zibakarbassi.webs.com/index.htm comment:Her poetry like Haiku in a few short lines can tear a universe asunder. She epitomizes the internal struggle of Iran, the chasm between tradition and contemporary, the diaspora versus the inside, liberation versus repression, desire, sexual desire versus suppression, belonging versus excommunication, nostalgia versus escape…with a few broad brush strokes and primary colors like red…her poetry is the battle cry, the labor pain, the witness for tomorrow…rasool
