من در خطرناک زندگی می کردم ترجمه پارسی نام یکی از کتابهای انگلیسی من است که علاقمندان می توانند در لینک زیر آن را خریداری کنند
http://www.bibliocracy.com/e-books/poetry/in-riskd…
سیکسولوؤی نیزعنوان کتاب دیگر من است که شش شعر بلند را شامل می شود و علاقمندان می توانند آن را در آدرس زیر بخرند
http://www.bibliocracy.com/e-books/poetry/sixology
سه شعر از کتاب من در خطرناک زندگی می کردم
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1
Cloud
When Night appeared
the shape of time when it got away was a spectacle
Facing up from the morning pillow
The day paused a little
Tomorrow didn’t know it has to come
and night that took a bite of light
fell on a piece of apple that came third in the world
Cold sound tumbled down the mountains
and
green clambered up the ravines
and
Man stuck at the cross roads, became pedestrian
in the same path that afterwards led to many
Picked the sun off heads of days one by one
and hoarded it
so when water became a deluge to
leave the ark to Noah
make the sword a bare necessity
having to discover sulphur
and gunpowder to add to life
still to make no difference
still the day comes
the night like a dark cow breaks out of the manger
the day gets lost behind a brown calf
and the nimbus that is the mother of a missing son
revolves round the sky
and keeps looking
not to find a quiet spot
to cry her heart out
2
Album
This is my Mum Isn’t she beautiful?!
This is my brother and this, my father
If only he knew how door to door I am now
Poor innocent thing
This one is Sara the youngest
this smiley face also…can’t remember the
name!
Exile, exile what havoc it wreaks on the memory
She’s my eldest sister
She used to pass out laughing
when shooting pictures
I’m at a loss how these pictures of lips that have smiled
are movies of eyes that have cried
O never mind!
but how mixed up I am
Poor dear my peasant Mum
If freedom ever pays Iran a visit
You’ll become my father’s new bride
and after breakfast my sister
will burn frankincense
to smudge around my head and dispel the bad eye
on my having a Leila in the night most
and my Mum while boasting
will be throwing confetti and ululating in the paddy at
the bottom of the garden
so her son may eye up the lap of this lass and be
turned on – I’m turned on
Now that we’re enthralled shoulder to shoulder in the
hall of this house
why not make believe we’re wrapped in the bliss of rice
paddies? Let go
3
The Trigger is Pulled on the One who Pulls the Trigger
In Hope
that was the bent branch of a river bank willow with long hair
There is not much hope
no longer does Eve
Who had not cracked out of Adam’s left rib
lose her head over my leaf
And like a spoon looking around the table for the fork
doesn’t lose me who in the Torah committed another crime
just in case!
now that I can invite a long night into my bed
why not take lips in the woman who in the Quran is as
my farmland?
I must take one who’s in the habit of this album
you my lovely!
Caught in the snap shut
the prank of someone pulling faces behind me
who was jealous of my mother whose Fesenjun[1] I’d die for
jealous of Sofi who with 14 years from the farness of
farmlands came
in order to rub two coins together so they’ll call
her Pilgrim Lady
made everywhere shiny!
She still didn’t know that one night of the Saturdays
when we made off the next day
we made her daughter a woman in a bloody way
the innocent thing was a jealous Aysha who laid
with Mohammad
before taking a hand to the fig
she read the Bible
and found out about a woman Israelite
who became the Grim Reaper of Cairo
Dhow was a Mademoiselle on the Nile
rowed her oars very
still not to reach Moses whose staff
God has taken away!
Let her not reach
you’re not well enough to draw the curtains
and sponsor a sky that’s spat out god
you’re an employee
got a job
because your mother worked
and was a good employee
who dropped you in the world
one morning of the March Mondays
right on the desk of Mr Boss
And your Dad who let night live
on the prayer mat
and ordered god behind every prayer
to do something in case so your riper sisters
would descend the stairs
Did your friends who loved the hanging bra on the balcony of
a house
of one of the neighbours, ever know anything about
this Miss Shadow?
I sent the flood that flushed your home away to Tehran
of the father who left his headache behind in your head
you’ve only inherited few strands of hair which also
turned white when he left
Have they now taken away your tomorrow,
why don’t you commit this second to atrocity?
Last night a blind man who was looking for his sight
was scalded by a girl who thought she was not
even though he was just a potato, of a peeled sort
sometimes thick necked veins bulged on his temple
He no longer loses head over her leaf
and love who had packed his hanging load and run
away from his heart with
a girl who was well packaged was returning when
suddenly his fingers flew to inspect the button
on her shirt hiding round rocks!
Women next to chewing Wriggley’s gums which
they exchanged
in the court house under black chadors divvy up lies
and the man who was at the end of his tether
was getting disappointed of meeting the woman who
was looking for hope
he was forced
to pay Hope a visit
there… was the woman!
[1] Persian recipe
