Ali Alizadeh Poems

She and the fire
fight adjectives. Their concreteness

deflects reification
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I'll speak you mine, you speak me yours
since all's in the telling, content, form

to mangle the Master's eavesdropping
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The word of Love is nothing but allusion.
Love is not bound by poetic metaphors.

The heart recognises the jewel of Love.
Reason has no inkling of this insight.
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I’m comfortable with your confronting me
hurling, albeit politely, the epic query

haunting your ‘tolerance’ and a fever
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I'll tell you why.
To survive

the onslaught of religion.
To outlive
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––Listen my Prince. This is important. I could feel
the dew setting on the leaves and petals of lilies and camellias.
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A bright and barefoot little girl
with a garland of cherry blossoms
enters the unattended village church.
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I’m sick of You. Your magnificence
precipitates mental pain, ethical

cramps. That You continue to shine
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I can’t pretend
there’s beauty to exhume

from these slabs
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<i>After Walter Benjamin </i>

The angry wind has shorn the feathers
off his wings.

He levitates on a fixed spot
by the highway. Is the wind
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