Timothy

Jack's Twisted Kingdom
2004-05-12 08:37:21 (UTC)

my new favorite poet


In my small night, alas,
The wind has an appointment with the trees,
In my small night there is fear of devastation.

Listen.
Do you hear the dark wind whispering?
I look upon this bliss with alien eyes
I am addicted to my sorrow
Listen.
Do you hear the dark wind whispering?

Now something is happening in the night
The moon is red and agitated
And the roof may cave in at any moment.

The clouds have gathered like a bunch of mourners
And seem to be waiting for the moment of rain.

A moment
And after it, nothing.
Beyond this window the night trembles
And the earth
Will no longer turn.
Beyond this window an enigma worries for you and for me.

Oh you who are so verdant
Place your hands like a burning memory in my hands.
And leave your lips that are warm with life
To the loving caresses of my lips.
The wind will carry us away,
The wind will carry us away.

~Forough Farrokhzad




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