De Iraanse dichteres, vertaalster en mensenrechten-advocate Sheema Kalbasi werd geboren op 20 november 1972 in Teheran. Zie ook alle tags voor Sheema Kalbasi op dit blog.
Dark Moods
Words attack
in gray letters
while sitting behind a desk,
arrive hanging from the robe,
the hands, and the thoughts.
Every part is injured
with no cure
and nothing to
swing open the mind.
The motionless floors
Cannot cover the pain that is
Dropping from the walls
-blood and the songs that are hammered
to the loneliness of a poet
And the multiplication of Sheema.
I am sure death has pierced your motionless body by now
Is your hair growing in gold?
Golden anything
My fragile nights bathed
in Wisteria
Freshened by Eucalyptus
Pools of anything but Sorrow
Thee my love, thee
Angels and wings of dreamy shadows
Kneeling
Waves of desire
Floating essences, flooding rivers
I am trembling, tremble
Oceans of passion, desire
My fragile nights.
Thundering anything
Waking from mirrors
In the corner of my eye
razors flooding to enter.
I ask my heart: Why?
And the pain becomes a rare visitor.
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