Forugh

The fifth of January (15 th of Day) was the anniversary of the Forugh Farrokhzad birth, so I decided to put a part of her poem "Another birth" in my web blog.
for Audio file click : AnotherBirth

May her peace-seeking soul rest in peace in heaven.

Another Birth
...
In a room as big as loneliness
my heart
which is as big as love
looks at the simple pretexts of its happiness
at the beautiful decay of flowers in the vase
at the sapling you planted in our garden
and the song of canaries
which sing to the size of a window.
...
I will plant my hands in the garden
I will grow I know I know I know
and swallows will lay eggs
in the hollow of my ink-stained hands.
...
No fisherman shall ever find a pearl in a small brook
which empties into a pool.
I know a sad little fairy
who lives in an ocean
and ever so softly
plays her heart into a magic flute
a sad little fairy
who dies with one kiss each night
and is reborn with one kiss each dawn.


Source: http://www.forughfarrokhzad.org