mokhtar@ubc-visi (12/14/83)
Excerpts from "Another Birth"
All my existence is a dark verse
which repeating you in itself will take you
to the dawn of eternal blossoming and growth
i have sighed to you in this verse, ah,
in this verse i have grafted you
to tree and water and fire
Ah...
this is my lot
this is my lot
My lot
is a sky which the hanging of a curtain steals from me
My lot is descending an abandoned stair
to find something in decay and exile
My lot is a grief-stricken walk in the garden of memories
and surrendering my soul in the sadness of a voice
that says to me:
"I love
your hands"
I plant my hands in the garden
I will grow green, I know, I know
and in the hollows of my ink-stained fingers
swallows will lay eggs
I
know a sad little fairy
who takes abode in the ocean
and plays her heart on a wood-tipped flute
softly,softly
a sad little fairy
who dies from a single kiss at night
and will be born with a single kiss at dawn
* poem by Forugh Farrokhzad
* shared by Farzin Mokhtarian