Azita Ghahreman Poems

The corn poppies came first,
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Wearing a poppy
leave behind those black clothes,
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They say it was like the collision of seven mountains, six oceans and two
hemispheres. Well, they lied.
Who told you I love you? I lament to the lilies, Actually, I hate you!
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It is better to bustle away,
to be busy with some work or other
and keep love at bay.
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We stand back to back
to contemplate darkness
and the chirping of rain,
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This sheet that stretches from here to the world's end
is covered by all that fallen snow.
Why must we be lost too?
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When winter comes
I will look in the mirror and know myself again.
On fire with ideas, my books were burning.
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Behind these eyes that look like mine
old names are fading away, the past lies crumpled in my clenched fist -
a coppery bird in coppery wind,
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In the silence dreams came
and brought to mind your silhouette against the sky
and you changed into a bird carrying hurt bigger than your own
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