The poetry of the great Iranian poet Forugh Farrokhzad فروغ فرخزاد Translated into English Photos and Interviews Let us Believe in the dawn of the cold. Forugh Farrokhzad, Another Birth, Selected Poems Translated by Ismali Salami Zanbankadeh Publication Modern Persian Poetry Page 20 ISBN: . Forugh Farrokhzad Home Page Poetry of Forugh in French by Editions Lettres Persanes, Le conquete du jardin. Publication of Selected.

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Because what matters, is to cultivate and nourish one’s own positive characteristics until one reaches a level worth of being a human. Delivering Poems Around The World. Once more I will greet the earth who, in her lust to re-create me, swells her flaming belly with green seeds. Her poetry was the poetry of protest– protest through revelation– revelation of the innermost world of women considered taboo until thentheir intimate secrets and desires, their sorrows, longings, aspirations and at times even their articulation through silence.

Farrokhzad died in a car accident on February 13,at the age of All the moments of happiness knew your hands would come to ruin, and still I did not look.

I want to hang my heart like ripe fruit on every branch of every tree.

I feel sad, I feel blue. I did a google search using the first line of the poem and found this: Burning my tresses with a fondling hand Flushing my checks with an urging demand. 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.

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One can degrade with guile all the deep mysteries one can keep on figuring out crossword puzzles happily discover the inane answers inane answers, yes—of five or six letters. I want to reach its essence.

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That time a man passed by wet trees… Why did I not look? Farrokhzad’s strong feminine voice became the focus of much negative attention and open disapproval. Look how it snows…. You are the convulsions of ecstasy in my body, loems a garment, the lines of your figure covering me. And the paper stars cicling eternity, why did they voice their words? In forogh projects Wikimedia Commons. The third of seven children Amir, Massoud, Mehrdad, FereydounPooranGloriashe attended school until the piems grade, then was taught painting and sewing at a girls’ school for the manual arts.


Two Poems by Ashur Etwebi. I speak out of the deep of night out of the deep of darkness and out of the deep of night I speak. I whispered in his ear the tale of love: Sexual Politics in Modern Iran. The Captive [ Asir ].

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This din of life in the abyss of blight? And so in the end the sun did not shine at once on both poles of despair. Today it is the official language of IranTajikistan and one of the two official languages of Afghanistan.

The wind blows in the alley. After you, we carrokhzad each other after you, we cleansed your memories by lead particles and splattered blood-drops off of the plastered temples of alley walls. The pain of love is a dark pain Going and demeaning oneself in vain.

I obey the four elements; and the job of drawing up the constitution farrohzad my heart is not the business of the local government of the blind. We lost everything we must have lost we started treading without a lantern and moon moon the kind Feminine was always there in the childhood memories of a clay and straw rooftop and above the young plantations dreading the swamp of crickets. Please tell me which poem contains dancing on wine glasses.

One can draw back the drapes poemx wrinkled fingers and watch rain falling heavy in the alley a child standing in a doorway holding colorful kites a rickety cart leaving the deserted square in a noisy rush. The third of seven children Amir, Massoud, Mehrdad, Fereydoun Farrokhzad, Pouran Farrokhzad, Gloriashe attended school until the ninth grade, then was taught painting and sewing at a girl’s school for the manual arts.


Where have I been that my body so smells of the night? My love lies in there, a place where seedlings turn green and roots meet one another and creation continues even in disintegration. Ah this is my lot this is my lot my lot is a sky which is taken away at the drop of a curtain my lot is going down a flight of disused stairs a regain something amid putrefaction and nostalgia my lot is a farrikhzad promenade in the garden of memories and dying in the grief of a voice which tells me I love your hands.

I whispered in his ear the tale of love: Your breath is a transcendental breeze Washing off me tremors of unease. This forlorn heart of mine and incense perfume? The curtains are full of hidden anger and innocent doves look to the ground from their towering white height.

Her poetry at that time varied significantly from previous Iranian poetic conventions. Best Poem of Forough Farrokhzad. Our garden is lonely, our garden is lonely.

University of Arkansas Press. Foroughh it, she scrutinizes the new Pahlavi Tehran of modern, Westernized, mechanized ways and goods, indicts upper class Tehranis, and calls for social justice for lower class Tehranis.

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After returning to Iran, in search of a job she met filmmaker and writer Ebrahim Golestanwho reinforced her own inclinations to express herself and live independently, and with whom she began a farrolhzad affair. To shatter was the secret of that unbroken body from whose humblest pieces the sun was born. In other words, they are only poets when they wrote poetry.

A man passes by the wet trees, a man whose strings of blue veins are dead snakes wrapped about his throat, pounding his angry temples with those bloodied syllables; Salaam.