Romantic

He who says “I love you”

is a sad soloist

having lost his song.

 

I wish love had

a tongue to speak

 

A thousand happy larks

are in your eyes,

A thousand silent canaries

in my throat.

 

I wish

love had a tongue to speak

 

He who says “I love[……]

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To a Skull

Your father moaned

like a mature cat

And your mother was thinking about

the pleasing pain of the end;

and that in her pathway

she must

wrap your swaddle clothes

around a humble fool;

Or perhaps she was in her motherly dream of

a tassel she would sew on your nightcap.

 

Anyhow_

the[……]

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In the Field

There are thing the eyes catch,

and things the eyes miss.

For instance:

The square where the troops

practice massacre,

can be a green field;

where the children of the rainbow

dance

and chant

Thus, he

who grins

at the last call,

can only be

a grin

before “the fire”!

[……]

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Ahmad Shamlou

Aurora

The dawn and dusk of Ahmad Shamlou

 

“I prefer poetry to be a clarion
and not a lullaby.”[1]
-Ahmad Shamlou

Introduction

Ahmad Shamlou, also known under pen-names of A. Sobh (A. Morning) and A. Bamdad (A. Dawn), is one of the most influential people in contemporary Persian lit[……]

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