Forugh Farrokhzād was an Iranian poet and film director. Forugh Farrokhzad is arguably one of Iran's most influential female poets of the twentieth century. She was a controversial modernist poet and an iconoclast.
Forugh (also spelled Forough) was born in Tehran to career military officer Colonel Mohammad Bagher Farrokhzad and his wife Touran Vaziri-Tabar in 1935. The third of seven children (Amir, Massoud, Mehrdad, Fereydoun Farrokhzad, Pouran Farrokhzad, Gloria), she attended school until the ninth grade, then was taught painting and sewing at a girl's school for the manual arts. At age sixteen she was married to Parviz Shapour, an acclaimed satirist. ... more »
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Forough Farrokhzad Poems
A dark and chanted verse is what I am Forever bearing you In myself imbued with you Forth to the morning of eternal burgeonings and blooms
I speak out of the deep of night out of the deep of darkness and out of the deep of night I speak.
To me you are a wave; never here, never there! You are –still- nowhere!
Ay, age seven Ay, the magnanimous moment of departure Whatever happened after you, happened in a mesh of insanity and ignorance.
The Bird May Die...
I feel sad, I feel blue. I go outside and rub my cold fingers- on the sleek shell of the silent night.
It Is Only Sound That Remains
Why should I stop, why? the birds have gone in search of the blue direction. the horizon is vertical, vertical
My nights are painted bright with your dream, sweet love and heavy with your fragrance is my breast. you fill my eyes with your presence, sweet love. giving me more happiness than grief.
The Sin [Gonah]
I sinned a sin full of pleasure, In an embrace which was warm and fiery. I sinned surrounded by arms that were hot and avenging and iron.
The Bird Was Just A Bird
The birds said: “What a bright day, what a fresh air! Spring has arrived. I must look for my mate.”
Someone Who Is Like No One
I had a dream, someone will come.
Only The Sound Will Last
Why shall I mind, why? Birds fled to the aquatic side, The sphere is vertical, The sphere is vertical-
Now, again in the silent night, sequestrant walls, border walls like plants entwine, so they may be the guardians of my love.
My entire verve- is a dark verse. It will take you- to the unending dawn of blooms,
The Captive [ Asir ]
I want you, yet I know that never can I embrace you to my heart's content. you are that clear and bright sky. I, in this corner of the cage, am a captive bird.
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A dark and chanted verse is what I am
Forever bearing you
In myself imbued with you
Forth to the morning of eternal burgeonings and blooms
Oh yes I drew you through this verse oh breath
Oh yes I drew you through
This verse and crafted you
To seas to trees to fire I grafted you.
Life may be
A street crossed by a woman with a basket every day
Life may be
Rope for a man who hangs himself from a branch.
Life may be a child coming home from school.
Life may be a cigarette lighting
Up in the narcotic pause between lovemaking and love made
Or the dazed...