mokhtar@ubc-visi (12/20/83)
MY HEART GRIEVES
My heart grieves
My heart grieves
I walk the veranda and draw my fingers
over the taut skin of night
The lamp of connection is dark
The lamp of connection is dark
No one will introduce me
to the sun
No one will take me to the party of sparrows
Bear the flight in mind
The bird must die
* poem by Forugh Farrokhzad
* shared by Farzin Mokhtarian