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Roohangiz Karachi
Poems
Iran
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Geography of freedom
The memory of my youth
I take from my photos
Sailing on the words’ storm
My mind’s heralds
Voyage to dreamland.
From the east of what wrath
Have we raised... that to us?
Death’s gate is the geography of freedom?
Woman
Robed in doubt,
It was cold
Dark had rained
Sorrow-land was turning to ashes
Men were dead
In the world’s bewildered lines
I got lost barer than silence
And my throat weary of love
A vain nagging I was,
An old dove’s boredom cooing;
What scares by stone words of wrath?
The decaying memory chamber
And everywhere a snake-lair!
Happy stay … O Woman!
The Mirror Cry
Once the Death’s bell tolled
Panicky I stood before the mirror
It was all gloom
I heard not the mirror cry.
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