The Fish

I think

my heart has never been

this much

warn and red:

 

I feel

in the worst moments of this deathly night

many thousand wellsprings of sun

in my heart

flows out of confidence;

 

I feel

in every inch and corner of this despair desert

many thousand merry forest[……]

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The Common Love

Tear is a mystery,

Smile is a mystery,

Love is a mystery.

 

The tear in that night was my love’s smile.

 

I am not a narrative so that you could tell me,

Not a melody you could sing,

Not a sound you could hear,

Or that sort you could see,

Or that type you coul[……]

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Nocturne 6

Alas, the human

had adapted to the pain of his centuries;

Alas!

We did not know this

and shoulder to shoulder

in the breath-filled streets of battle

we screamed.

 

Gods had all vanished

and there was just the name of the human

the device of the charm that drove the most beau[……]

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Nocturne

Not a door

not a way

Not a night

not a moon

Not a day

nor a sun,

 

We

are standing

outside of the time

with a bitter dagger

pierced in our spines.

 

Nobody

talks

to another one

‘cause silence

is speaking

in a thousand tongues.

 

We are gazing

at our deads

w[……]

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نگاه کن – شعری از احمد شاملو

خیلی ها پس خواندن شعر «نگاه کن» احمد شاملو آن را شعری زیبا، نوآور، و با مزمون سیاسی توصیف کرده اند. اما «نگاه کن» فقط این ها نیست. درست است، این شعر مدتی بعد از بگیر و ببند های سال 1332 و زندانی شدن شاملو نوشته شده، و از پوری و مرتضا، رفقای احمد شاملو، می گوید. اما این شعر همچنین از عشق، امید پس از[……]

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عاشقانه ی خوابگرد

            سبز که سبز می خواهمت!

نسیم سبز. شاخسار سبز.

قایق بر دریا

و اسب در کوهسار.

 

با سایه ی بر کمرش

زیبای من غرق رویاست بر لب ایوانش.

گوشت سبز، مو سبز،

با چشم های سیمین سرد.

            سبز که سبز می خواهمت!

زیر ماه کولی،

همه چیز خیره به اوست

و او نمی تواند ببیندشان.

 [……]

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Of Death

I have never feared death,
Even though its hands are heavier than nothingness.
My fear, though, is of dying on a land
Where the wage of a gravedigger
Is higher than
The price of a human’s freedom.

Searching
Finding
And then
Choosing at will,
And to build a bulwark
Out of oneself_

If death has a price higher than these,
Never, never, ever I am scared of death.[……]

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