POETRY
In an infant’s crying,
In a hammer’s pounding,
In a river’s thundering roar,
In a mother’s teardrops,
In a friend’s hand reaching out,
In a stranger’s heartfelt smile,
In a night’s union of moon and
His mistresses, a thousand anxious stars
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POETRY
Now
Her name is Nora
She is 7 months old.
She moves her little feet
90 degrees inward and back to straight
with complete flexibility
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POETRY
های که من مرتکب خبط دگر نمیشوم
باز در این مبارزه خاک به سر نمیشوم
شعار مرگ و زندگی برای کس نمیدهم
اسیر زنده مردهی یک دو نفر نمیشوم
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POETRY
The end persists
In few words
Nothing matters anymore
Desperation drags feet
And I see you fading at a distance where
The border of Fall and Spring turns into dust
Day appears, in disguise
Taking shadows in its strides
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POETRY
For whom do you wake up
to stretch your aches
on the creaking floor?
And late at night, after
the exhausting routine,
who reaches out to applaud
when you close your front door?
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POETRY
خیلی غصه می خورم
چکنم؟
در این رواق غریبه،
به کوچ ِ راویان حماسه های کهن
درنگریستن
- حتا، اگرچه به َرسم توالی فصل-
اندیشه ی قشنگی نیست
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POETRY
For Shahram Sheydai (1346-1388)
The straw man
reduced and thin
smokes a cigar
gobbles down a cup of soup
spits and lives
lost a limb to a bomb
his stomach to cancer
his right eye to a stray bullet
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POETRY
One night in the darkness of his pain
Said butterfly to the candle flame
I come to you
From near or far
You burn the velvet of my wings
I love you still
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POETRY
Flickering lantern lights,
Dancing butterflies,
A nervous mist settling in,
Night softening smooth Jazz,
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POETS
Photo essay: Poets and performers from across Canada
by
Azadeh Azad >>>
POETRY
Is there anything more dreadful than a cold grey November day?
What could brighten it?
Really?
How about a ray of sunshine, bundled in a soft pink blanket?
That will do nicely – I say!
Within moments of emerging from the warm womb
The arrival of my one and only niece
The little sausage
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POETRY
How beautiful you are, table!
You let us look at one another's eyes
And taste one another's joy.
Hands and spoons,
Bites of bread,
And sips of water,
And the sound of friendship of glasses
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POETRY
دریا که آرام است چیزی کم دارد
چیزی شبیه عشق مدیترانه ای
و عشق
این ژنی که در سلولهای من
هر روزه متولد می شود
مانند آونگی میان دو هیچ
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POETRY
سلام ایران!
من دختر حرامزاده ی توام
پدرانم را می شناسم
ناصرالدین شاه و ملیجکانش
و مادرانم
زنان گیس بریده ی اندرونی ها
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