Seven Poems from Iran
Seeing you off, I waved
Loneliness
took it as a greeting
*
Amazing
all the breezes
waving in your hair
yet only doodling
without settling there
*
What shall the wind do
when it’s fallen in love
with a candle flame?
*
It’s like the love of a day laborer
for the best carpet in the rug store
Until someone takes you home
I’ll gaze at you every morning
*
You kiss the lip of a cup
before me
thirsty for your lips
but inferior to coffee
*
She closed the window on me
and instead of her face
on the glass I meet
the moon
*
Poetry
is the moment of your presence
written
when you leave
Translations from the Persian