Nazy Kaviani

Nice

Simple, yet touching and expressive. This is the kind of poetry I enjoy reading.

Please don't post such poems during work week!

Reading this sends me full force to the memory of my Grandmother's korsi in Mahmoudieh, but I have no time to process my feelings! So it's like giving a child a favorite sweet, but giving her only few seconds to enjoy its flavor. Nazy joon, this makes a lovely weekend read so I'll read it again then but I give you my heartfelt appreciation in advance!

My Dear Friends:

Sharmandeh mifarmaeed! Thank you all so very much for your kind reactions. I took that picture! If you ever find your ways to these parts, I would be happy to seed some pomegranates for you.

Princess Jan, my spoon peeshkesh-e shoma!

His Majesty, Ala Jan, and sweet Bayramali Jan, can't wait to see you guys tomorrow night! No Persian winter's night is complete without a glass of Merlot! Thank you again.

کوتاه و زیبا

نازی عزیز

این قطعه شعر زیبای تو مرا پرت کرد به سالها دور.سالهایی که اکنون دیگر خیلی دور به نظر میرسند. آیین زیبای و دوست داشتنی شب یلدا. شبهای سرد و طولانی زمستان که عشق و صفا آنرا گرم می کرد.کرسی خانه مادربزرگ-آجیل شب یلدا. سرخی انارها و رنگ میوه های زمستانی.فال حافظی که پدربزرگ برایمان میگرفت. هرم مطبوعی که از بخاری دیواری روی صورت می نشست. نقش روی لحاف روی کرسی. مزه چای در سماور نفتی با آن صدای دلنشین قل قل وهمه چیزهای خوب که  زیر غبار زمان مدفون شده اند

ممنون نازی جان از این شعر دلنشین که برای من مثل فلاش بکی تمامی ان خاطرات را زنده کرد

nazy jan

this is such a beautifull poem. merci. and a nice picture to dahanam ab oftad.

WOW

I really loved it Nazy jan. It is very original and it came from ur heart. I think this was the best post I have seen in long time in blog section of Iranian.com. Absolutely beautiful.

Nazy Jaan

Lovely,made me feel homesick for gatherings around my grandma's Korsi (as dear Orang remembered his grandpa's).So sweet as the red pomegranates we used to eat by the Korsi!.

Sepaas

Sepass

Dear Azadeh, Orang, and Princess

Thank you so very much. Coming from you, these compliments are particularly meaningful.

I was a child of Tehran's long, white winters and I have most certainly experienced the Korsi! I went to someone's house in DC a few years ago and he had a Korsi! It's not that hard to set up, but I think what is really hard to re-create is the joy and the feelings of all those people under the Korsi, the kids, the elders, and everyone else.

Those memories are what I call my Persian Winter, even when I don't live in Iran anymore. Thanks again!

PS:

... and I LOVE the spoon in the cover photo!

Proustian poetry...

Nazy jan, lovey as always! I physically felt the warmth and cosiness of your words. Thank you.

I miss Korsi !...

I loved your poem which made me travel in my memory. I miss my grand father Korsi. Young people they didn't know more what it is a Korsi in a long night.

Yalda night is coming and make me melencoli as usual.

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Ghorbanat. 

The long night outside

Absolutely beautiful, dear Nazy. Thanks.

Azadeh

And he said...

من ترک عشق شاهد و ساغر نمي کنم
صد بار توبه کردم و ديگر نمي کنم
باغ بهشت و سايه طوبی و قصر و حور
با خاک کوی دوست برابر نمي کنم
تلقين و درس اهل نظر يک اشارت است
گفتم کنايتی و مکرر نمي کنم
هرگز نميشود ز سر خود خبر مرا
تا در ميان ميکده سر بر نميکنم
ناصح به طعن گفت که رو ترک عشق کن
محتاج جنگ نيست برادر نمي کنم
اين تقويم تمام که با شاهدان شهر
ناز و کرشمه بر سر منبر نمي کنم
حافظ جناب پير مغان جای دولت است
من ترک خاک بوسی اين در نمي کنم