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Azita Ghahreman
Poems
Iran
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Translated to English by Manavaz Alexadrian
Nobody is there
Silence
appears in the ruthless eyes of death
with cotton shoes
and drops a bitter drops of water
into your teacup.
There is no hand
to weave long and red strings
from the vermilion evening sky
and to draw the form of a lark
over the curtains of oblivion.
Nobody is there
and the tik-tak sound of the clock
over the forehead of the house
looks like the beating of a wound.
Several Simple Sentences
The wind retreats
the sea recedes
something happens in a corner of the court
with several simple sentences;
pink blots on a yellow sail
and several lighted candles in the song of birds.
Dejection
Like a blind person
you touch the wall of minutes
you walk from the house into the street
and vanity
is the continuation of a long skirt
which with monotonous rustle
brings with you
dry leaves and grass,
pieces of paper and dust.
This is a wood
that you have brought
to kindle a light
in a town that its collar
smells after autumn
and a house
whose hand is snowy.
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