22 Elegies in the Month of Tir, a new collection of poetry about post election events in Iran, has been published online // read the translation here

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Poem 20 / Sailor of The Streets

Solitudes are deep
like face of the dead.

How lonely are snails
other than their shells they don't have a companion.

Solitudes are deep, my tiny nest!
And you shine in my darkness
in fire and light you shine
and me I love you so much
that I forget
goes on only by devouring the living.

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