عاشقانه ی خوابگرد

            سبز که سبز می خواهمت!

نسیم سبز. شاخسار سبز.

قایق بر دریا

و اسب در کوهسار.

 

با سایه ی بر کمرش

زیبای من غرق رویاست بر لب ایوانش.

گوشت سبز، مو سبز،

با چشم های سیمین سرد.

            سبز که سبز می خواهمت!

زیر ماه کولی،

همه چیز خیره به اوست

و او نمی تواند ببیندشان.

 [……]

ادامه ی متن

A Sketch

The night

has been singing

for ages

with its bloody throat.

 

The sea

has been sitting coldly.

 

A branch

in the blackness of the forest

screams towards

the light.

 

Poems by Ahmad Shamlou

Ahmad Shamlou“A Sketch” (Original title: «طرح»)

A poem by Ahmad Shamlou

Translated by Sina Ghasem[……]

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Of Death

I have never feared death,
Even though its hands are heavier than nothingness.
My fear, though, is of dying on a land
Where the wage of a gravedigger
Is higher than
The price of a human’s freedom.

Searching
Finding
And then
Choosing at will,
And to build a bulwark
Out of oneself_

If death has a price higher than these,
Never, never, ever I am scared of death.[……]

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Romantic

He who says “I love you”

is a sad soloist

having lost his song.

 

I wish love had

a tongue to speak

 

A thousand happy larks

are in your eyes,

A thousand silent canaries

in my throat.

 

I wish

love had a tongue to speak

 

He who says “I love[……]

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To a Skull

[Short Screenplay]

 

 

Ext. Ally Pavement Day – Day

A gray screen. We hear cat screams. The screen fades to the pavement of an ally. Pan to two cats mating. Then the lustful moans of a woman replace the cats’ screams.

 

Int. Bedroom – Day

Cut to the face of a woman[……]

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To a Skull

Your father moaned

like a mature cat

And your mother was thinking about

the pleasing pain of the end;

and that in her pathway

she must

wrap your swaddle clothes

around a humble fool;

Or perhaps she was in her motherly dream of

a tassel she would sew on your nightcap.

 

Anyhow_

the[……]

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In the Field

There are thing the eyes catch,

and things the eyes miss.

For instance:

The square where the troops

practice massacre,

can be a green field;

where the children of the rainbow

dance

and chant

Thus, he

who grins

at the last call,

can only be

a grin

before “the fire”!

[……]

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In this Blind Alley

They smell your breath_
in case you have said I love you.
They smell your heart.

Strange time it is, my darling.

And love
is whipped
at roadblocks;

Love shall be kept concealed in corners of closets.

In this rough blind alley with a twist of cold,
they keep the fire
burning on the fuel of[……]

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