Friday, June 11, 2010

Farsi Poem from the West Wall of Widowsweave Exhibit

In this dark
I am thinking of a lightly lamb
to graze the grass of my loneliness.
 
In this dark
I see my arms beneath the original rain
that fell on the first prayers of men.
 
In this dark
I opened a door to the ancient lanes
To the golden image of mythical caves.
 
In this dark
I saw the roots.
 
And for the growing pot of death
I explained the fluid scent of water and earth.
 
By Sohrab Sepehri
Translation: Maryam Dilmaghani
 
The poem Az Sabz beh Sabz  was first published in the anthology Hajm-e Sabz (The Green Shape)  1967, Tehran.

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