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Negar Emrani

Somewhere between ‘I love you’ and ‘but’is mankind, a giant loneliness strollingthrough an even greater loneliness. — Negar Emrani (trans. Kaveh Akbar), “Somewhere Between the World and the Mirror,” published in Asymptote (April 2017) (via bostonpoetryslam)

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Forough Farrokhzad

Life is perhaps lighting up a cigarettein the narcotic repose between two love-makingsor the absent gaze of a passerbywho takes off his hat to another passerbywith a meaningless smile and a good morning — Forough Farrokhzad, from “Another Birth,” Another Birth: Selected Poems. (Zabankadeh Publications 2001)

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Forough Farrokhzad

Life is perhaps lighting up a cigarettein the narcotic repose between two love-makingsor the absent gaze of a passerbywho takes off his hat to another passerbywith a meaningless smile and a good morning —  Forough Farrokhzad, from “Another Birth,” Another Birth and Other Poems. (Mage Publishers; Updated and REV ed. edition March 24, 2010)Forough Farrokhzad

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Abolqasem Ferdowsi

Our lives pass from us like the wind, and why Should wise men grieve to know that they must die? The Judas blossom fades, the lovely face Of light is dimmed, and darkness takes its place. ― Abolqasem Ferdowsi, Shahnameh: The Persian Book of Kings. (Penguin Classics; Deluxe edition February 27, 2007)

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Forough Farrokhzad

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. — Forough… Continue reading Forough Farrokhzad

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