drive me home
fade me away
take me to the northern lights
take me to the northern lights
or to the eastern grass,
from the lonely lands
to the bitter sands..
drive me home
on wheels of hope
on wheels of hope
that buries my hands
Saturday, 29 October 2011
Thursday, 13 October 2011
Three dots...
.......
No bird,
No bird,
had ever guided me
to the depth of this land:
I grew,
by myself,
from the gloom of this earth, like a wild flower,
next to the filthy mud of a slim river,
forever devoid of gardener.
And it is so that some,
are such regarding me:
“He lives off-
our belongings and earnings.
And he dares breathing, exhaling-
the malodorous air of his breath
in the pure air of our field.”
Except that,
the truth, the fact is
when they disembarked in this land,
the one who received them
with wide open arms,
with open arms,
was I.
Translation: Maryam Dilmaghani
The poem "..." was first published in The Dirges of The Earth (Marsieyeh-haye Khak), 1969 Tehran.
Tuesday, 13 September 2011
Wednesday, 31 August 2011
Here why I listen to ålesund
and why I want to be there with just a bottle of wine
"...
Up here in the air
I'm just mumbling at the clouds
Wanting to be known
While I pass the lonely hours
I'm just mumbling at the clouds
Wanting to be known
While I pass the lonely hours
...
Your calm hypnotic eyes
Your Scandinavian glow
I felt them like a flame
Candle in my cold bones
Your Scandinavian glow
I felt them like a flame
Candle in my cold bones
...
But I turned and walked
Away from all the fun And back into the black
Seaside night of Alesund
..."
Away from all the fun And back into the black
Seaside night of Alesund
..."
Tuesday, 30 August 2011
early snow piece of today
some sounds irritating sometimes, just because of their obsolete and corny meanings.. but where the figures of thoughts still attract the insight, there is no irritation, but the pure imagination.
