"..I arrive from beneath roots of carnivorous trees,
And my mind is still filled -with the fearful cries of dried butterflies-
under weighty volumes of pale, aged books.
When my trust was hung-
from the frail justice line of this town,
And in the streets, they were cutting off the head of my torch,
When they blind-folded the innocent eyes of my love,
When fresh blood erupted from all veins of my shaking dreams,
And when my life was nothing-
but the regular chant of a Grandfather clock,
I realized that I had to love,
I had to love madly. ... "
Excerpted from "Windows" by Iranian poet Forough Farrokhzad
(1935-1967)
There are various translations of this poem from the original Persian writings and various interpretations of the words and intents. Translations are tricky, as anyone trying to interpret Aramaic into English (for the Bible) would probably attest.
My contribution to poetry month, this April.
http://www.forughfarrokhzad.org/collectedworks/collectedworks4.htm
This is beautiful with it's powerful and surprising imagery. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing this as well as the link for her works. Very emotional words. Happy Spring to you.
ReplyDeleteOh I forgot to say that header photo you have is so full of emotion as well. Very powerful. Love it.
ReplyDeleteVery beautiful and evocative words. I like the way the images are turned on their heads.
ReplyDeleteFirst of all WOW waht a scary threatening sky!I would be shaking in my shoes if under this angry cloud!!Certainly sets up the flavor of what your blog is! I thank you for your comment at Nature Trail! I guessed that you were into poetry when I read your comment.
ReplyDeleteOh my the words of this poem so thought provoking!!"with the fearful cries of dried butterflies" my imagination runs with it!Very nice meeting you!
Beautiful! Powerfully moving poem. Thank you for posting it and for visiting me today because I got to read this poem.
ReplyDeleteI love the header pic!
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