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Alireza Behnam
Poems
Iran
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Guernika
What a joy is my day what a joy
when Karl Waters sings
lambs of the crying out of dizziness
make an Ascent
and a slant woman flatten a rope on the Globe
what a joy is today at least just today
Karl Waters makes a lift from the corners
and at the madhouse some alms cookies
the crying pushes towards conjectural hands dizzy hands
Guernika! Someday a woman raised a rope
Guernika! Paper! The latest news
Guernika! Karl Waters escapes this on top of the hands
there is a rope over the Globe in black
and a woman comes back from Guernika
what a joy is my day what a joy
Hanging From The Trees Of Babylon
At the end
Ill come down
in my a thousand years form
hanging from the towers of Choghazanbil
and there is something within me
which throws language to the battlements of the tower
you will praise me
that’s clear
in form of an old man
hanging from the trees of Babylon
Athennes will rise within me
and Paris
and Persepolis
and many many languages
Cut me to pieces!
every piece will come as a word
and will encircle your eyes
Hurray is within me
and rising of the language beyond Pluto
and Arthemis` herd
and rebellion of disobedient words
the whole are within me
and I,
in my a thousand years form
will be thrown
from the virgins painted on temples walls
to the shadows emerging from your computer
and being thrown is within me
ask me!
ask me about the future
Ill reply in Babylonian
Interpretation
Standing over the windows
they rob
our dreams
opening a window to our dreams
they rob
the apple
and Eve
they take it to the closet
and our dreams
never come to an interpretation
Over The Windows
Drifting shadows
over the windows
my ethereal form
in their hands
and a kiss of silence
with their gaze
where the darkness
directs in to the silence
silence
darkness
the darkness dancing with the silence
and the blind shadows
with their hands over my ethereal form
over the windows
Whirligigs
My yesterday whirligigs
spin by the wind
I twist and go with the wind
It’s my half that is burning
I began in a half
And hanging gardens over your head
In my half burned half's
Creates myths
I began in a half
In a half I began
In a half
In a...
And half the earth
Burns in me to the end
It is my half that is burning
From the gardens of beginning in a half
To the earth burned of
I fell down
And the sky
On shoulders of my half
Burns slowly
It’s my half that is burning
The name of sky I burned by
And the earth
The name of the town
The name of me
The name of you
The name of every poem in the world
I burned by to my half
It’s my half that is burning
I began in a half
And my hanging half
In the gardens over your head
Is drifting
And my hanging half
Is drifting
And my hanging half
And my half
And half
My
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