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A HEARTLESS CROW
UPON
A WINTER BARREN BOUGH
Selected Poems of
Ahmad Hemmati
Edited by
Dr. Hussein Mollanazar
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A Heartless Crow
Upon
A Winter Barren Bough
Selected Poems of
Ahmad Hemmati
Edited by
Dr. Hussein Mollanazar
First Edition
Tehran, 2021
CONTENTS
Apology ............................................................................................8
1. Truth.................................................................................................9
2. Paradise..........................................................................................10
3. To the Bahrainis ............................................................................10
4. A Droplet for Syria .......................................................................12
5. In Today’s World Masquerade....................................................12
6. To John Bolton ..............................................................................13
7. To American Ruffians and Roguish Statesmen .........................13
8. Just That Imbecile and His Mates...............................................14
9. To Interlopers in the Middle East ...............................................15
10. Last Words.....................................................................................15
11. Onward! .........................................................................................16
12. To a Lunatic Reluctant to Clear out............................................17
13. Three Bronx Cheers for These Presidents..................................17
14. A Brief Prologue to Doomsday ....................................................18
15. A Bully............................................................................................19
16. To Emanuel Grossi........................................................................19
17. No Compromise .............................................................................19
18. Apocalypse .....................................................................................20
19. An Infantile Memory ....................................................................21
20. A Childhood Play ..........................................................................21
21. To Eliot ...........................................................................................22
22. Love or Loneliness.........................................................................22
23. Men’s Sting ....................................................................................22
24. Of Some Human-Looking Beasts.................................................23
25. An Imploration ..............................................................................23
26. The Dew Beseeching the Sun........................................................24
27. To the Stillborn..............................................................................24
28. Seclusion.........................................................................................25
29. Another Judas................................................................................25
30. Self-Sacrifice ..................................................................................26
31. My Birthday...................................................................................26
32. To a Honeybee ...............................................................................27
33. To My Mother................................................................................28
34. One Year Older .............................................................................28
35. Arriving at the Age of Sixty..........................................................28
36. Happy New Year? .........................................................................29
37. You..................................................................................................29
38. To an Imaginary Friend ...............................................................30
39. Hold Out.........................................................................................30
40. Hope................................................................................................31
41. Fool Yourself..................................................................................32
42. Spring in the Air............................................................................32
43. Ah Nature! .....................................................................................33
44. Penitence ........................................................................................33
45. A Humble Tribute to Dr. Saïd Fatemi ........................................34
46. To Professor Minoo Varzegar......................................................34
47. A Note .............................................................................................36
48. Where Were You?.........................................................................36
49. Stars and Butterflies .....................................................................37
50. An Eternal Moment of Love ........................................................37
51. A Pain Engraved on Sound ..........................................................37
52. On My Blindness ...........................................................................39
53. Going out after Two Decades.......................................................39
54. To Dr. Farid Dáneshgar ...............................................................40
55. To Rebecca .....................................................................................41
56. Man’s Life Span ............................................................................42
57. What Is Man? ................................................................................43
58. Summing-Up ..................................................................................43
59. Ah, Do Not Kill!.............................................................................44
60. A Trucker’s Advice to a Sage.......................................................44
61. To Shitland Dogs ...........................................................................44
62. In Our Pots.....................................................................................45
63. To Brink and Kishan ....................................................................45
64. Advice to Ladies ............................................................................46
65. Thus Spake Zarathustra...............................................................46
66. Look and Despair ..........................................................................47
67. Triplets ...........................................................................................48
68. To Dana, My Little Nephew .........................................................49
69. In the Company of Zeroes ............................................................49
70. A Poet .............................................................................................50
71. Of Words and Winds ....................................................................50
72. In a Poets’ Group ..........................................................................51
73. Ars[e] Poetica.................................................................................51
74. Beware of This Crookèd Lizard! .................................................52
75. On a Treacherous Former Student .............................................52
76. You Fool .........................................................................................53
77. Affection .........................................................................................54
78. Why among Common Folks Again?............................................54
79. In Memory of Ebráhim Edálat-Pishé..........................................55
80. Last Poison Cuplet ........................................................................55
81. Repentance.....................................................................................55
82. Friendship ......................................................................................56
83. Perseverance ..................................................................................56
84. Quest...............................................................................................57
85. Angels .............................................................................................58
86. To Charmin....................................................................................59
87. An Actual Fairy Tale ....................................................................59
88. On Shakespeare’s Sonnet 116 ......................................................61
89. I Love You......................................................................................61
90. Love Can’t Be Bought...................................................................62
91. Alcestis............................................................................................62
92. Eastern Fidelity .............................................................................63
93. To Lady Heirán .............................................................................63
94. A Spark of Love.............................................................................64
95. Inactivity ........................................................................................64
96. To My Foul Self .............................................................................65
97. Red Hanrahan ...............................................................................65
98. Taking off My Garb to Rest .........................................................66
99. My Epitaph ....................................................................................66
100. A-Z ..................................................................................................66
Notes ...............................................................................................67
APOLOGY
O lofty, graceful soul!* to whom we bow now and forevermore,
I earnestly seek your pardon for including my open sore,
The humble pieces on my own private, grievous, and woeful state,
Alongside those consecrated to you and our communal fate.
1. This poem describes our journey from the 3. Maximum point, graph, and function are
reality of life to the truth of death. Truth, used in their algebraic senses.
versus material reality, is idealistic and beyond 4. Seemorgh is the source of knowledge and
the perception of the senses. insight in Persian mysticism.
2. The introductory then connoting in medias 5. Plumes stand, metaphorically, for our worldly
res is reminiscent of the opening of Dante’s concerns; when they fall, we descend like a
journey to the inferno in the middle of his piece of stone!
lifetime. 6. Plane is used in its geometric sense.
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PARADISE
To establish Paradise,
I have to raise swords and blades!
To stop murder on the earth,
I should kill the murderers!1
5 And to keep peace in the world,
I ought to wage non-stop wars.
To come to peaceful silence,
I have to make grating noise.
The blank Peace I ought to paint
10 Ah, white, blue, green, or crimson!
My shaky-leggèd logic
I should refute with reason!2
***
Contradiction in discourse
Enforces me to lock tongue.
15 Contradiction in manner
Orders to rivet myself
Motionless and bewildered
To the ever-moving earth!3
***
The ultimate aim is Truth.
20 Truth is but to attain Peace.
Peace is serenely silent.
Utterly silent is death.
And I’m a living dead soul
Who leads a bittersweet life.
April, 1982
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TO THE BAHRAINIS
Bahraini sisters and brothers!
I’m so ashamed that I’ve not done
Anything so far for your cause
1. See Etat de Siege by Camus. (Mathnawi, Book 1, Line 2128).
2. See Russell’s Theory of Sets and Rumi’s 3. Even when we stick to the earth to remain
famous logical syllogism “logicians’ feet are immovable, we still move with it determinis-
wooden | and wooden feet are infirm”, a tically.
logical argument refuting itself paradoxically
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A DROPLET FOR SYRIA
A Metapoem2
In the loud dreams of the sleepers,
In their sweet beds of swans feathers,
There is no room for you, my words.
You must pop up on burning rocks.
8.3.2012
5
IN TODAY’S WORLD MASQUERADE
All that glitters is gamblers’ gold, glaring and gone. In this shade,
Vouchsafe me just your heart of gold; grant me a rest from the trade
Of this new brave market of tricks, your precious bullion of love,
Before I lose my youthful hue, by philistines’ sewers fade.
5 To their greedy lovers I leave the charm and glint of their coins.
I will rise from rags to riches just if I hold your dark braid.
1. Author’s Note: Don’t kill your tyrants, 2. Linguistically speaking, a poem talking
give martyrs. It’s their current supporters’ about poetry or using poetic terminology
duty to execute them in due course!
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TO JOHN BOLTON1
Though before your eccentric boss you naught may look like a man,
To us you’re no more than your wife in the kitchen by a pan.
Do not draw near to our men! Mind! With their far thicker mustache
They’ll tear up your most hidden point. Just lie on your soft divan.
5 We’ve proved to the world who we are. Though all peaceful and quiet,
We have been reared in battlefields and nourished by an old clan
That has taught us how to cut off the stinking, wild wolves’ foul tails
Throughout ages so long before your parasite life began.
All conscientious people know our region was turned into
10 This vast ruin by you robbers and your rotten, reeking fan2
With your genocides in Iraq, Afghanistan, Syria,
And Yemen too; and now you mean to make the world a waste can.
Ask the wise folks, not Sa‛udis, how we’ve annulled blockheads’ plan
And tamed many a rogue who’s played the role of a superman.
5.7.2019
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TO AMERICAN RUFFIANS AND ROGUISH STATESMEN
On General Soleimani’s Martyrdom
So your itchy heads seem to need to be scratched for good and all!
Aye, to lie down to rest at last and get through your drunken brawl!
1. On his sending the warship Abraham 2. Saudi Arabia
Lincoln from Singapore to the Persian Gulf
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Now your big noses in the air are to be rubbed in the dust
To show all the bigger you come the harder you surely fall.
5 The time has come for you scoundrels to vomit all you’ve plundered,
To be chastised for your misdeeds, to get behind the eight ball;
To seek a hole to creep into, to repent your imprudence,
And, though too late and fruitlessly, on all fours you flee and crawl.
Thank God! You, with your own foul hands, have just dug your filthy graves.
10 All too soon of all sorts of blights you’ll face a blasting rainfall.
Your own evil shall not save you! In no time you’ll plunge headlong
Before all the world’s open eyes into your self-dug pitfall.
The time now is ripe for you rogues to face your meanest downfall
Hopeless to bounce back to even your ignoble past recall.
1.4.2020
8
JUST THAT IMBECILE AND HIS MATES
To Americans on the Day of General Soleimani’s Funeral
Guiltless souls should never worry. Pure hearts are portions of God,
Loved and adored and held so dear, not to fear God’s dreadful rod.
Just culprits and their partakers should be startled when they see
That stick of God’s justice and wrath in the hands of a death squad.
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LAST WORDS
To General Soleimani Forty Days after His Martyrdom
The sleeping conscience of the West has not come to know to date
That the ISIS which you destroyed, that epitome of hate,
1. In response to a British illiterate saying: “I feet on the ground, it’s a war you cannot win,
know your angry over the generals, assassination, wake up, come to the table, only way while
but living in a dream world of revenge, there’s time”.
won’t help your cause, Weigh up the facts, 2. See D. H. Lawrence’s “The American Eagle”.
America could wipe out the Iranian infra- 3. The American president’s infamous boast
structure within 3 days without even putting a few days before Ain-al-Assad Operations
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ONWARD!
To American Protesters
Onwards towards that open air we’re to breathe!
It’s time for us our clenched fists to unsheathe
And with the rage we’ve swallowed we now seethe!
We should batter the roof of this vast jail
5 Down on this global dog until its tail
We cut and reach the fresh air to inhale.
Its barking puppies we should never heed.
Mercy on them on the earth is indeed
But mercilessness to the sheep. Proceed!
10 This vicious dog that has shattered the dreams
Of regal great souls1 and gone to extremes
Should be chained with all its puppet regimes.
This wrathful river that shall overthrow
Despotic palaces as a last blow
15 Is our age-old festered, deferred dream flow.2
1. See Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s “The 2. See Langston Hughes’s “Harlem” (also
Slave’s Dream”. entitled “A Dream Deferred”).
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TO A LUNATIC RELUCTANT TO CLEAR OUT1
As donkeys unwilling to leave the green pastures they graze in
Never let one force them rearwards into their stable by chin
Respectfully but would rather enter headlong eagerly,
So did you desire as a fool the last nail in your coffin.
5 You imbecile, and your partners, shall sure fall foul of our hands
Even if you ever escape your homeland’s law by the skin
Of your teeth. We shall seize and lynch you, and them, as examples
To the world even if you hide in oceans, you vile bumpkin!
That shall teach the noble people not to pick out on the globe
10 Such feces as a drawing card, such a troll, such a goblin.
It is so sad that a nation replete with renowned scientists
Knows no better and greater fools than epitomes of sin,
Takes cunning for brain and instead of minds as sharp as a pin
Prefers a backward lunatic all filth without and within!
1.8.2021
13
THREE BRONX CHEERS FOR THESE PRESIDENTS
To American Protesters
Let them go on with puppetry and think our life is a game
Or a gambling scene where they win at the cost of our dear name,
Just to heap wealth or fix their steps in more future collusion,
Boasting of serving poor people, seeking to reach their own aim.
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A BRIEF PROLOGUE TO DOOMSDAY
No more civility! For now, before that historic doom,
To fathomless, dark perdition let’s hurl their bald-faced bitches2.
For such filthy creatures on earth there ought to be left no room.
These shameless global terrorists that in quest of dream riches
5 Have settled in the Middle East for almost a hundred years
Now with Heaven’s sure assistance we shall cast into ditches.
They ascribe to us their own name and the sleeping world that hears
Approves of their barefaced slaughters — regrettably — and terrors.
No more tolerance! Let’s show them what then in both hemispheres
10 Real terror is! World’s simpletons do not see the grave errors
In the nuclear conventions. They have lost a dearest horse
But ignore the beast and look for its saddle. What peace-carers!
Arms are deemed bad but who on earth has ever exerted force
Against the red-handed butchers who possess them and use them?
15 No more delay! Mercy on them shall surely lead to remorse.
11.29.2020
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TO EMANUEL GROSSI3
Mistah Grossi, before you try to scent the air with your smell
And chew the cud of your bosses with your bondage tinkling bell
Make sure you know we kicked them out over forty years ago
And we’ll smash their foul mouth again if they do not stop their yell.
5 In case you are something that counts and act of your own free will
Ask what measures your agency has taken to break the spell
So far on earth and who has nukes but does not bow to the rules.4
Stop shamelessness! Call your own boss, you Zionist, a rebel.
We signed the treaty you tore up while we too could not consent,
10 As your occupier regime5 whose defiance you don’t quell
Although it has such bombs for sure and ours is your illusion.6
Shut up! Don’t profane the word peace! Be free! Yourself do not sell!
We shall smash your filthy legs if you and your foul personnel
Dare to land on our soil again. Iran is not your hotel!
12.14.2020
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NO COMPROMISE
To Our Delegation in Vienna
Who on earth has ever talked with wild beasts who don’t understand
A human tongue? You should only give them the back of your hand.
1. Hiroshima and Nagasaki were destroyed 4 & 5. Zionist Regime
with the USA’s nuclear bombs 6. The countries possessing nuclear bombs
2. In a prolonged war (1954-1975) between with the numbers of their bombs in 2020:
the USA and North Vietnam Russia 6375; USA 5800; China 320; France
3. Head of the IAEA (International Atomic 290; UK 215; Pakistan 160; India 150; Zionist
Energy Agency) Inspectors Regime 90; North Korea 40; Total 13,440
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Why do you call yourselves grown-ups when you can’t ask these blockheads
To first wash the blood off their hands before you they reprimand?
5 The global life has turned into a nightmare since World War Two
Only for the nuclear bombs of their rude, self-righteous band
Who considers its own foul filth the legal heir of the earth,
All the countries across the globe its inherited homeland.
Why do you think they are mature and will abide by their word?
10 Don’t you know by what hypocrites ISIS was produced and planned?
As a prerequisite for talks, they have to destroy their nukes
Otherwise, both they and we know their castle is built on sand.
Just keep aside. Leave it to us to blast this snake’s poison gland.
We will sure be good for nothing if we don’t blow their puff stand.
4.16.2021
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APOCALYPSE
Nothing shall save you from the flames. Sizzling, you’ll flee to and fro,
Remorseful of your former greed which bought you that rue and woe.
Your faiths and sciences, arts, or crafts shall not avail. You’ll excrete
All your past joys. Alas, too late this at last you’ll come to know!
5 Amidst the instants in the flares which last each like an era
You shall not see the seeds of lies you all your lives had to sow;
Nor shall they know their begetters. Strangers shall be the kinsmen
Who entertained one another as if thousand years ago.
What you gleaned out of crookèdness at the cost of your dear lives
10 Shall melt with you and drip into the soiled earth of yours below.
Naught shall remain of you devils. Your filth perished, new creatures
Shall arrive to take your places, a new dog and pony show!
You knew not the aim of living. Wait for the last burning blow
To make a myth of you on earth: Here today, gone tomorrow.
2.26.2020
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AN INFANTILE MEMORY
I woke up. I was all alone. I burst to sobs when I saw
My mother and elder brother had not returned from the law.
I recalled the harsh verbal fight and our rude neighbor’s insults
While in my mother’s arms I watched and waited for the results.
5 On all fours I got to the door, leant against it on tiptoe,
But the knob was a bit higher, ah, about an inch or so.
I cried and cried for I knew not how my mom fared at the time
And the handle was a mountain too high then for me to climb.
It was late summer. It had rained when I had been fast asleep,
10 And I’d been born just in that spring! Anyway, I had to weep
And sob myself to sleep again to wake up later once more
To try to reach the mountaintop, to fall asleep by the door.
6.30.2015
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A CHILDHOOD PLAY
Once in childhood, when I was eight, in a summer afternoon
We played and did so many things and we were over the moon.
We constructed roads and bridges, and a river too, with mud,
Which meandered round the edges of our fields with its nice flood.
5 In the evening when our parents called us for supper and rest,
The boys destroyed all we had made wildly as in a contest.
Quite like armies devastating a place before they retreat,
They trampled everything madly under their small jealous feet.
The indelible impression this childish act left on me
10 Did turn all my life upside down and never set my mind free.
I preferred solitude to play afterwards and reading books
Either at home or in nature, in the mountains or by brooks.
Furthermore, it so undermined my thought that I set aside
The real life and doubted the world as a pessimist and sighed.
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TO ELIOT
Horror?1 Oh, yes! Exactly. You were absolutely right.
Now I feel, in this vanity, the hollowness, the fright,
Of your never-ending midnight in the midst of daylight.
4.16.2014
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LOVE OR LONELINESS2
Yes, we’re mountains, all together yet alone,
From foot to crown of rock and with hearts of stone.
Unmoved by all, moving none, we’re on our own.
To this song on the way of love that you hear
5 I’ve listened too for an age, year after year,
And have shed tears as from an arrow or spear.
I don’t beg for love now that I’m old and grey,
Melted away in solitude, but I say,
Like the waters, one by one we drift away.
1.31.2013
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MEN’S STING
The skin pricked, eyes fill with the tears which instantly vaporize.
The blood, too, stops and the hole is no more seen for its small size.
By no means is the pain so great as to cause loud shouts and cries.
1. See Kurtz’s final words toward the end of tears when I was a teenager, and having in mind
Conrad’s Heart of Darkness alluded to by T. Matthew Arnold’s poem “To Marguerite —
S. Eliot in the epigraph to his “Hollow Men”. Continued”, W. B. Yeats’s poems “When
2. Composed while still listening to «The Way You are Old” and “The Old Men Admiring
of Love» by the late Egyptian singer Umm Themselves in the Waters”, as well as a poem
Kulthum which I listened to in solitude shedding by the late Iranian poet Ahmad Shámloo
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OF SOME HUMAN-LOOKING BEASTS
You’re a man and thus forgetful, like all others of your kind,
Of this long since proven fact that a good man is hard to find.
Were you not so, you would not need to be prodded all the time
To follow the example of all those donkeys that reclined
5 To take the same path once again into the big pits on which
They had fallen; you’re not wiser; duller than dull is your mind.
What do you seek in company that you lack in solitude?
Don’t you remember what made you stay in and why you’ve confined
Yourself for these two long decades in your lone and friendless room?
10 Leave the hurtful fiends and their wrongs. It’s better to be resigned
To the griefs of sad loneliness than to the brutalities
Of the uncultivated herd, uncultured and unrefined.
How long have you to fool yourself and to their mischief be blind?
Oh, how much can your heart contain? Leave them and their arts behind.
4.25.2013
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AN IMPLORATION
Praise is due to you only, Lord, for all your helps in my life.
This petty puppet is ready. Cut its strings with your kind knife.
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Put it back in your old toy box there to rest its worn out bones.
Rid it of its lifelong fatigue and graciously end its strife.
Note
5 I’ve stored thirteen thousand dollars for my funeral at last
After sixty odd years of strict, wearisome hunger and fast
In this vast wilderness of ours where manliness is to rob
The blind of their sticks. O dear Lord! I’m exhausted and downcast.
5.25.2013
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THE DEW BESEECHING THE SUN
Rise and raise me to that bosom wherefrom I was dropped last night.
Take this weighty gloom off my back. It suits men. It’s their birthright.
Let them live as long as they wish to thicken, to fossilize,
To take away each other’s hats and one another to slight.
5 This one night on their noxious earth is more than enough for me.
Wake up please as soon as you can and end my desperate plight.
How can a creature made of dust know what a drop of love is
Who lives on lies, lust, and bloodshed and has learned only to fight?
O burning hand of God’s mercy, come up soon, I am not strong,
10 And save me from this trampling race, transgressing and impolite,
That treads on whatever exists proudly and with all its might.
Save me from this two-footèd brute that is stuffed with filth and spite.
This life on earth after midnight becomes man. It’s not my bite.
Let me fly to the height of sky into the heaven’s bright light.
5.4.2013
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TO THE STILLBORN
Why you so refuse to join us is as plain to me as day.
You disdain our filth and false light and would rather always stay
In the heaven that has no dawn to be followed by our dusk.
You are pure light never dying like us who are dust and clay.
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We ourselves are dead but don’t know. We’re shadows while you exist.
10 I worship you and your wisdom for sagely keeping away
From our follies and rejecting our love that is but hatred.
You’re portions of God Eternal. You don’t know death or decay.
I wish I were born as you are. Who knows what I bear today
Amid the human looking beasts that tear each other for hay?
3.29.2013
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SECLUSION
Can waiting for death be called life? I’m living so, if not dead.
I’ve driven all concepts of love and friendship out of my head.
Though in the past I wept a lot, now I’ve turned so stone-hearted
That for nothing in the whole world even one teardrop I shed.
5 I’d not like to see you again, men and women, young or old.
I’ve not laughed for twenty-odd years, nor have I slept in a bed,
All due to your kindness, you brutes. Guzzle and gulp! I still fast!
Half this period I’ve not eaten and mostly I’ve had just bread.
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ANOTHER JUDAS
Fastened to the stake to be burned,
Saint Joan was totally calm.
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SELF-SACRIFICE
For Ungrateful Swines I Should Not Have Helped out
Do the unmanly folk who do their marital deeds this night
With the organ you once lent them ever know how you now fight
The damn chill that has confounded your ears, with nothing to eat,
Struggling through as you always are though enfeebled yet upright?
5 No, not for sure! They have one aim, to get to the boiling point,
Then fall asleep, wake up at dawn, shoot once more before daylight.
Borrowed members are too busy to remember a dullard
Who has granted them all they have, the light, the might, and delight.
There is no time for them to lose. They may get up and find out
10 Their lease has run out before long and they’re fallen from their height.
How should they care about you then? They’re riding their joyful wives.
You’d not have begged for your own hat had you ever kept it tight.1
Self-sacrifice becomes the Knight1 who bought the filthy men’s slight.
You’re only a lousy human. Bend under your woeful plight!
2.18.2015
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MY BIRTHDAY
Murmur your gloom though it’s not liked and it wrongs your friends’ delight.
You cannot hide your sad darkness under a truly false light.
1. See “To an Imaginary Friend”. 2. Jesus Christ
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Now that people are all cleaning their houses before new year,
You are buried beneath the dust of former years without cheer.
5 Though you need to be twice as glad on account of New Year’s Day
As well as the day you were born, you greet them both in dismay.
There’s none to express good wishes to you but your late sister
Whose last card is before your eyes renewing your old fester1.
No one of those old friends of yours knows even you are alive
10 Who, once in your happy old days, used to gather round your hive.
Do not grieve! you will die someday! Far greater than you are dead.
But don’t swallow your grievous pains; they will calm once they are said.
3.4.2011
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TO A HONEYBEE
From my early twenties I taught, when I was happy and free,
At some state universities up to the age of thirty.
But some fools and fake professors,2 for the reasons that they knew,
Expelled me form academies and uprooted my life tree.
5 I knew nothing other than books. I had spent my time on them,
Not on learning, say, how to drive, or to cook, or to make tea.
Thus, I stayed in and translated and had a few books published
The royalties on which could not my simple life guarantee.
I could not marry and have kids. So I write just these verses
10 In the hope that they may remain, as my children, after me
Although those very wickèd souls still hurt me from time to time
Even in my den and deprive me of the least joy and glee.
Fly to the sweet, varied flowers in nice gardens, honeybee!
There’s but bitter thorn on this page you see on my trembling knee.
4.26.2013
1. Slant rhyme used as a Poetic License faculty members of which were generally
2. In an n th grade Iranian university I was illiterates with highly tribalist tendencies
sent by force by my foolish family the and hostile towards non-natives
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TO MY MOTHER
So you call those whom you have buried alive
The dead feeding on the living to survive?
6.13.2013
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ONE YEAR OLDER
On My Having Arrived at the Age of Fifty-Seven
Though I am now one year older, my heart is the same old one:
Strange to reason, waiting for love, a lover of joy and fun,
And still far less wise than donkeys that fall in a pit just once,
Not twice, despite blockheadedness though they be under the gun.
5 It’s only my mind that has changed and grown darker than before,
So dark that none will brighten it, even the world’s God or sun.
By so much more new treason, spite, viciousness, harm, phoniness,
Inequity, wrong, villainy, and so on it is undone.
The silent fight between the two within me has no effect
10 But my wildness and more hair loss; after all, each is my son.
Like all others, I’d be happy if I had just one of them.
I am helpless and do not know whereto on earth I should run.
My child within looks for a friend, like before, trusts everyone;
My wounded inner old man seeks the life of a monk or nun.
3.25.2013
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ARRIVING AT THE AGE OF SIXTY
How I always dreaded the end, much liked to perpetuate
My thirst for you in sweetest hope, and rejoiced to stay and wait!
Life was the wish to get to you, the longed-for vital water
Once reached and drunk, my long journey would afterwards terminate.
5 And now you come at the right time from the spring with a pitcher!
My ureters and urethra are almost blocked, my prostate
Is inflamed, too, due to the cold of this freezing, bleak dungeon.
Welcome, long since awaited love, at last to allay my weight!
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I did not wait these sixty years in vain for you who, though late,
Come to close my heavy eyelids1 by the decree of our fate.
3.19.2016
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HAPPY NEW YEAR?
I don’t complain against strangers. All these pains I owe to you.
May you die early or live long to suffer each hour anew
Unbearable ailments and aches far worse than these I endure
So that you may know what the hell you beasts have tossed me into!
5 In these final days of the year when you shop for New Years’ Day
And plan to go on vacation, what all nights and days I do
Is writhe around in agony on the floor and curse the day
I came into this world of lies to which you so stick like glue.
Born on the unblest New Years’ Day, I’m doomed to remain hungry
10 For a few days and find nothing, even hard, dry bread to chew.2
Thanks past measure, my grateful friends, who bit the hand that fed you
And you my malignant pupils first to whom this is all due.
You rendered my efforts fruitless and the toils that I went through.
May your dreams and wishes, you brutes, never in your lives come true!
3.4.2015
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YOU
I wonder why I do not die so as to get rid of you.
I have passed all my life so far standing in the death’s long queue
And borne jostles, shoves and pushes, but still my turn does not come.
I am bored of forgiving you and forgetting what you do.
1. Here, at the moment people die their eyes 2. On this day and some days after it people
are closed and their limbs straightened by are on vacation and no restaurant is open.
those round them.
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TO AN IMAGINARY FRIEND
Now every cranny, too, is closed, as all the doors were before,
And in this ocean-like dungeon I’m doomed not to reach the shore.
The paper boat of poesy I made to escape from here
Is sinking and of no avail is its childish wingèd oar.
5 How I once was living like all, full of hopes for tomorrows,
Walked among people, talked with them and my blithe soul knew no sore
Till a hypocrite’s son1 appeared, behaved like a true artist,
Took all I had gleaned in my life and destroyed me to the core!
You that suppose you’re still a friend, remember me in my jail
10 And if you ever chance to pass by rivers’ murmur or roar,
Or get soaked in the spring torrents or rest on the green grasses,
Share them all in your mind with me and think of me and my gore.
I still go on enduring all the world for me has in store
Until my smoke soars to the sky and I’m gone forevermore.
3.31.2013
39
HOLD OUT
Why do I tell the same old tale? All I know is but this one.
My lifelong night has not an end. There’s no rising of the sun.
When you people of countless kinds move around during the day,
Here in my night I hear no sound — laugh or cry. I have no fun.
5 In the sun, all men breathe and grow, life is colorfully rich,
But all is black and white — or gray — for a recluse or a nun.
Their heart of darkness in the midst of silence beats so loudly
That of diurnal cadences which surround you they hear none.
Time that goes with you hand in hand, backward, forward, here and there,
10 Stays with me still with no motion, endless though it’s not begun.
My darkling throat resounds the same gloomy, lifeless and dull note.
Each time in my sad yarn a new wistful episode is spun.
O mote! stop this futile wailing by which nothing can be won.
It’s not manly. Try to bear up though you’re shattered and undone.
4.15.2012
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HOPE1
My old goat, don’t cry or sigh! Be steadfast; you must not die.
The spring comes soon and the sky will be blue and this shall pass.
Good things come to those who wait. Together with a fair mate
You’ll enjoy a lovely fate. You’ll have melon and green grass.
5 Out of the pen, on the plain, you’ll forget your current pain,
No longer will you complain. You’ll be happy with your lass.
In the fields you’ll bound and fart together with your sweetheart,
Among many a blithe hart, many a sheep, cow and ass.
Just don’t worry. Don’t be sad! You’ll soon certainly be glad.
10 Sacred love will drive you mad. These hard, bad days will soon pass.
1.29.2014
1. Based on a popular ironic Persian proverb translating to “Keep alive, O little goat; the
(“Boz’æk næ’mi:r bæ’haar mi:’aad” literally spring shall come!”)
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FOOL YOURSELF
To Myself
Stay and wait and hope forever, toil and labor and endeavor,
Say the fish is fresh whenever you catch it,1 and fool yourself.
Stay to add more years to the years of your futile life passed in tears
Among two-footed beasts and fears and live on and fool yourself.
5 Stay for a thousand years on earth. From the time you were given birth
Till death you’ll find nothing of worth. Stay on and still fool yourself.
Stay to lose everything you own and then night and day moan and groan
With no one around, all alone. Go on and still fool yourself.
Stay, poor fistful of skin and bone, and still seek that ancient unknown
10 To none its face has ever shown. Stay and wait and fool yourself.
Stay and postpone ending all this with arsenic. Wait for the bliss,
In your trampled dreams, of a kiss and for ever fool yourself.
Stay to be stabbed more in the back, and be put again on the rack,
By another mean mac or jack. Aye, stay and still fool yourself.
12.26.2013
42
SPRING IN THE AIR
You’ll come to all but me, O spring, and as always once more you’ll bring
To them your scents, hues, birds that sing, warmth and pleasure and everything
Each needs to live like a real king under your ancient azure ring.
My seared leaves you’ll again forget with your soft, balmy rains to wet,
5 And will leave in the world’s doomed net of harm and hurt and fear and threat.
Me you’ll only wear out and fret and never graciously indebt.
I smell you, though, and wait for you to drive me mad with longings new
And make of me a wondering Jew with a heart all laden with rue
For this life that’s a drop of dew which disappears so soon from view.
10 Do as you wish. Leave me forlorn. I am already used to scorn.
My lot’s not a rose but her thorn, to wail, to moan, to weep, to mourn.
My blank garden do not adorn! Of all sorts of hope leave me shorn.
1. Start all over again! It’s never too late!
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AH, NATURE!
Did I ever ask for money or the land of milk and honey?
Why should I not feel the sunny and scented farms in the spring?
Did I ever care about gold? When did I try to break the mold?
Why is my lot hunger and cold and a life-long bite or sting?
5 Whom on earth did I ever shove? When did I shoot at peace’s dove?
Why am I condemned from above to be away from pure air?
I who was born in the mountains and raised beside forests fountains
Have not heard the sweet song of rains for years in this hideous lair!
Absence from the murmuring streams and the grace of noontide sunbeams
10 Has darkened both me and my dreams and driven me to despair.
I’m sure I will not see again the nature and its lovely train
Of sounds and sights and fields of grain. It’s too cruel and unfair.
3.6.2011
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PENITENCE
To Myself in My Last Days
To be clean in the prime of life, in heart and mind, is God’s way;
Yet don’t worry. Fall on the ground on your knees and start to pray.
It’s not too late. Just wash your soul though it’s tainted to the core.
Set it then like a blackest stone on your sinful body’s tray,
5 And take it to the Forgiver to turn it into a gem,
To hallow it, and you, again and blow onto you His ray.
Once you’re purged of your heart’s glass shards, freed from your wearisome night,
Promise, and keep it too, to shine, not to stain your brightest day.
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A HUMBLE TRIBUTE1 TO DR. SAÏD FATEMI2
No one can describe you aptly. Men like you are few and rare.
The languages we people speak mirror our worlds everywhere,
Reflect our own good and bad traits, our various attributes.
You are beyond our words or worlds. We’re humans and thus may err.
5 Whoever considers you great for your closeness to a man
Who was so great in his own way3 is totally unaware
Of your grandeur the like of which we can’t detect in others,
Belittles you unwittingly, his judgment is most unfair.
You, among all in our own time, only with your brave uncle4,
10 That immortal, devout hero, people should ever compare
And that lioness5 who raised you in her chaste and noble lap,
The stout lady who turned a king’s life into a worst nightmare.
May you live long, nothing your health and your mirth ever impair,
Your paradise of loyalty6 be free of trouble and care!
11.19.2015
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TO PROFESSOR MINOO VARZEGAR
On My Shock at the Sad News of Dr Fatemi’s Decease
Dressed in mourning in a photo I came across at daybreak,
You broke the rueful, bitter news and struck me with shock and ache.
Would that I were dead and knew not of this loss of a great sage
1. This is merely a token of a former student’s is disavowed.
faithfulness to a most distinguished professor 2. Dr. Saïd Fatemi, interpreter and the secretary
of French and comparative literature, an of Dr. Mossaddeq’s staff at the Hague tribunal
outstanding author, journalist, statesman, 3. Dr. Mohammad Mossaddeq
politician and social activitist, among others, 4. The martyred Dr. Hossein Fatemi, deputy
and, above all, a highly chivalrous soul and prime minister and the minister of foreign
heroic athlete, though he is needless of such affairs in Mossaddeq’s cabinet
a humble homage. It should not, however, be 5. Dr. Saïd Fatemi’s saintly mother
taken as a document of attachment to his 6. Alluding to Dr. Minoo Varzegar, Dr. Saïd
political stance to which hereby any affiliation Fatemi’s devoted wife or guardian angel
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Who was far greater than his peers, kept up to his ripe old age
5 Calm and smiling, pleased with the world, strong in body and in mind,
Sympathetic, benevolent, pure-hearted, merciful, kind.
The son of a brave lioness, a Zeinab1 of her own time,
Had surely to keep reticent about the inhuman crime
Of the Shah’s rogues and ruffians who blinded one of his eyes
10 And stabbed his mother who shielded her brother from savage guys.
1. Her Excellency Zeinab (PBUH) is the stout- has martyred his brother, and fearlessly defends
hearted sister of Imam Hussein (PBUH), the his brother’s ideals
third Imam in Shi’ism, who delivers bravely 2. See Matthew Arnold’s “Rugby Chapel”,
a long speech before the caliph whose army lines 58-72.
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A NOTE
I bloomed and danced and waited for you, love,
Until I was beheaded by a gust.
My stalk and petals were too thin to stand.
You could save me were you here by my side.
3.24.2011
48
WHERE WERE YOU?
On my left the full silver circle of the moon
Just risen in the east
And on my right the mellow sun about to swoon
Provided a rare feast
5 But, without you, I shunned them like the sun at noon
And, ah, I cared the least.
The music of the ocean that broke on gray rocks
On lengthy moonlit nights,
And the cool summer breezes near the eagle flocks
10 On far-off mountain heights,
Without you were like worthless bits of broken crocks,
Devoid of all delights!
The best of foods, fruits and drinks tasted just as mud,
Disgusting and loathsome,
15 The murmur of a stream was the roar of a flood
And of a grating drum.
Without you, I did not enjoy a blooming bud.
I felt utterly glum.
I never knew who you were or who you would be
20 Yet I always missed you!
In foul weathers I wished you were near me to see
How I was feeling blue.
You would certainly set my exhausted soul free
Whether you were a Jew,
25 A Christian or a Muslim or an infidel.
But now naught can avail.
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STARS AND BUTTERFLIES2
Looking at the winter sky,
All the short-lived butterflies
I have lost throughout my days
I regain in far-off stars!
9.8.2010
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AN ETERNAL MOMENT OF LOVE
My thirsty soul!
Rest your parched lips
On those of your never found love
And drink your fill.
3.25.2011
51
A PAIN ENGRAVED ON SOUND
A pain I bear within my heart
Which only music can impart.
Unspoken it melts down the bone
And it burns the tongue if I moan;
5 Yet I complain once again.
1. See “A Pain Engraved on Sound” and “To 2. Butterflies signify brevity of life and stars
a Honeybee”. inaccessibility.
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GOING OUT AFTER TWO DECADES2
I do not know what will happen tomorrow.
Will I meet with rogues again like years ago?
Will I lose my moustache too while I just go
To shave my beard?3 I don’t know.
5 Now that I lack my watchful, strong guards of eyes
And have no strength to drive away troubling flies,
How to bear the deadly stabs of the mean guys?
I don’t know, maybe with sighs.
All this aside, how to pay for the expense
10 Of surgery which, as I know, is immense
1. Written a few days before I went blind 3. A Persian adage pointing to a situation in
due to cataract which you lose something more essential
2. Written in the evening on the following day when you attempt to achieve something of
of which I helplessly had to visit a doctor less importance
after a year’s delay
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TO DR. FARID DÁNESHGAR1
Our monarch of eloquence2 says, he values a better thing
Who has just faced its opposite and seen winter before spring.
I underwent two surgeries on my left eye and endured
As much pain as all I had borne in my life just to be cured
5 And still to bleed among the thorns of our prickling jungle ills
So that perchance I might some day meet among sweet daffodils
A friendly face to soothe away the pains of my gaping wound
And take me out of this desert on which I am left marooned.
In the second operation I was helplessly aware
10 Since I had to look up or down as I was asked to and bear
The pain when the lens pierced my eye and then the torn place was stitched.
I could not shout or leave the mess into which I had been pitched.
In fine, I regained my eyesight after some months just a bit,
With the help of lens and glasses, and before my feet was lit.
15 Although I am not ungrateful, nevertheless I should add
“The mountain labored but brought forth only a mouse!”3 It was sad.
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TO REBECCA
You’re as mild as orange sunbeams in a winter afternoon,
As elegant and noble, too, as the silent, modest moon;
Yet if a dotard or a chap ever dares to stretch his legs
Beyond his rug, you’ll fall on him like a merciless typhoon.
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But stay at home for fifteen years like dogs and eat
What they’re given. When they’re old, like monkeys they go
From a girl’s house to a boy’s on this or that street
40 For ten years, amuse grandchildren, and leave the show.
9.26.2013
57
WHAT IS MAN?
Is man the roof and crown of things? It’s what he claims. It’s a lie!
He’s a blood-sucking louse that needs to grow, live, and multiply
On others who labor for him but he gets all the credit.
Though he thinks he is a phoenix, he’s merely a tiny fly.
5 His efforts to immortalize himself by means of art works
Prove he knows he’s a moth that dies in the twinkling of an eye.
He is the only hypocrite of all beasts that swears by God
And wishes to go to heaven while he never wants to die.
Which beasts, tell me, philosophize, pretend to be what they’re not?
10 Have you seen among other beasts an informer or a spy?
Which beasts have you seen talk of peace and love but spark two world wars?
What beast but gentle man tells lies despite his vest and necktie?
Poor mote! What a traitor you are! Just a true man can deny
His origin and utter these his human race to defy.
4.17.2012
58
SUMMING-UP1
Crude at first, I was baked later, and fully burnt out at last.
I carved an idol, worshipped it, and broke it before I passed!
2013
1. Renowned lines from Rumi’s Divan-e Shams of the East (122) respectively
(Ghazal 1768) and Mohammad Iqbal’s Message
59
AH, DO NOT KILL!
Do not kill the mosquitoes!
They live for a shortest while
And life is sweet.
Just be clean or use lotion.1
5 They’ll keep away.
10.26.2013
60
A TRUCKER’S ADVICE TO A SAGE
A sage carried,
The other day,
A lit lantern
Under the sun
5 Looking around
For a human.2
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TO SHITLAND DOGS4
Your godly and godless ones are the same.
You and your social institutions aim
Only to win the dross of your wasteland5
Through tearing up the others without shame.
5 Your lives in your wilderness form a game
In which you fools stupidly set aflame
All that has been dearly gained in your world:
Yourselves and the filth of your race’s name.
1. In spiritual terms too (moral, emotional, “hideous, and arid, and vile” (Matthew Arnold,
political, as well as military) “Rugby Chapel”, line 158); from all the
2. See Rumi’s Divan-e Shams, Ghazal 441, inhabitants of the earth only one millionth may
line 14. veritably be entitled “the roof and crown of
3. As written behind some trucks things” (Tennyson, “Lotus-Eaters”, line 69).
4. A gang of monsters in disguise scattered 5. See T. S. Eliot’s The Waste Land.
among men throughout the world making life
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IN OUR POTS
As some kinds of rice need more time
And some kinds less to be well-cooked,
And when they’re mixed half of the meal
Is thus over- or undercooked,
5 In social pots, like families
Or the whole universe of ours,
Some are the scapegoats of others.
7.4.2015
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TO BRINK AND KISHAN2
In this paradoxical world that is at once so good and bad,
Some men usefully help others while there’s also a nasty cad3
That always seeks his own interests and victimizes his fellows.
It’s only for the likes of you the world still lives and men are glad.
5 No matter what we believe in, God or idols, body or soul,
What helps now and will redeem us in the future, I have to add,
Is computer and programming — not preaching and good intention
Although they are good by themselves and of both of which we have had
1. See the scene toward the end of Heming- dedicated to helping the users of Windows 7
way’s A Farewell to Arms in which one of and later, Kishan is an eleven-year old boy
them is rummaging through a rubbish bin, that has made some extraordinarily helpful
looking for something to chew freeware for working with Windows 7 and
2. Brink is a middle-aged man running the later.
sites SevenForums.com and TenForums.com 3. A virus maker
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A lot for hundred thousand years. But as the grains of wheat we take
10 And leave the chaff to animals, science, too, creates an ironclad
While it still provides us with ships that aid us in the ways we know.
It’s a helpful knife in kitchens, a harming one used by the mad.
We, poor preys in the noose of life, can be freed only by a dad
Like you, Brink, and Kishan, the nice, brainy, gentle, cultured, good lad.
10.7.2014
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ADVICE TO LADIES
A betraying man is punished by his wife in a strange way
In my place that may seem to you nothing more than a cliché.
She cuts his organ and leaves him to rue his deed forever
While she shows the other men too their fate if they go astray.
5 This is not what I mean to raise; it’s brutish and unlawful;
Meanwhile, the case I have in mind and would much like to display
Differs in that the man is not yours but he is a rapist.
Please follow me; pay attention to what I’ll presently say.
Men’s Achilles heel is their balls. You have to reach one of them —
10 You can grab both if you are smart — and the pressure you should weigh
According to the pain you see in his face, but be wary
Not to apply overpressure, till he faints like a damned prey.
This comes in handy if you lack the special sprays of today,
Like mustard gas, but it’s better since him you won’t harm or slay.
4.22.2013
65
THUS SPAKE ZARATHUSTRA1
Don’t curse the night!
Kindle a light!
1.26.2014
Mr. Tarry and some others had then been saved by a truck
20 Of road construction stained with tar and asphalt out of pure luck.
Registry ill-versed officials, seeing him tainted with tar,
Here had chosen for him this name quaint and curious and bizarre.
Caught discretely, the poor members of families never found
One another though you saw them looking forever around
1. Worldly wealth is never deemd bad. Blame - 2. This frustrating lesson I took when I was
worthy is just the greed just twelve years old
Which is gratified when our mouths are May transmute all fools’ copper souls,
closed by grave dust and weed. like alchemy, into gold.
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25 For their lost ones whom they always hoped to meet by chance some day
All in vain till, to my knowledge, they reached old age and went gray.1
***
How many countless times you’ve heard, since you stepped in this old inn,
That you go as poor as you come and nothing you’ll ever win,
Yet you tear apart each other in the avarice’s queue
30 To gain a little more fodder which you’ll have no time to chew.
You’d not leave your zoo as the beasts2 that entered it, so intact,
If you saw but this in your life and knew only this one fact.
7.18.2015
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TRIPLETS
Never try to write for two types of men:
The ignorant your word’s beyond whose ken
And the learnéd needless of what you pen.
***
Nobody’s needs the world does ever meet.
5 When we have teeth we find nothing to eat;
Once they’re lost, there is so much meat and sweet.
***
When single, every Tom, Dick, or Harry
Yearns thirstily to find a nice fairy
But then advises all not to marry!
***
10 Physical features have decisive roles
In shaping men’s characters; nosy souls
Resemble, as you see, the long-nosed dholes.
***
Although he runs faster, a hapless soul
Is left behind and does not reach the goal
15 While some do not move but are on a roll!
***
1. The first Iraqi president, and the vice presi- 2. Asses for sure, just the same ones you are
dent too, when you first appear, (you good men aside)
After doomed Saddam resided in our zone Not asses evolved into cows the further
and avenue. your end you near.
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TO DANA, MY LITTLE NEPHEW
Hearken to this bone that was mine and what it sings as a flute —
Now that I’m dust — played by the wind like an old Æolian lute.
Do not be content with one book; read the works of all good souls
From Gilgamesh to the present; never regard, like a mute,
5 The corpus of the ancient myths — Greek, Roman, Eastern, Celtic —
Philosophy, and religion just as a forbidden fruit.
A modernist strange to the past heritage or traditions
Is a traitor. Don’t follow him. He’s an oak that has no root.
Read to realize how old Persians borrowed the ancient world’s lore
10 And, when knowledge in dark ages was trampled under the boot
Of the church and books were all burned, they returned it to Europe
Through the Arabs of the region whom they then began to loot
In the Crusades and in exchange for their rebirth they killed them
And still went on until my time. The poor them they still did shoot.
3.26.2013
69
IN THE COMPANY OF ZEROES
Neither their presence nor absence adds to or subtracts from you.2
Once a problem you share with them, infinite ones will ensue.3
In interaction with them too, you reduce to their value.4
9.3.2015
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OF WORDS AND WINDS
The dust particles that tarnish the bright mirror of the heart
Are roaring waves that rise and foam and upset the apple cart,
Then subside, calm down, and perish with no smell, sound, or message
Remaining of them on the scene after they headlong depart.
5 Of all those who populated or smudged this ancient abode
How many do you remember in its long life from the start?
Those you know were light particles (not these dull and dead’ning ones)
Who will remain up to the end due to the charm of love’s art.
It is the voice that lasts for sure, but all we hear is not gold.
10 The rank and file noises we make go with the wind, have no part
In the love’s sweetest orchestra that immortalizes us.
Heart’s artifacts and stomach’s crafts are forever poles apart.
You won’t live to the edge of doom with your misleading, false chart.
O tiny mote, no faithful heart you’ll hunt with your pois’nous dart.
4.26.2012
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IN A POETS’ GROUP
We’re not like the rest of the world. While others live just to eat
We sensitive folk eat to live, to love, and to be complete.
Shattered by them, our tender souls have sheltered here to seek peace
To warm each other’s frozen hearts with our internal suns’ heat.
5 Sure we differ in religion, education, race, and age,
Yet we’re alike in honesty and in spirit we’re all neat.
We may be hurt by each other due to our different pursuits,
But certainly we mean to help one another, not to cheat.
Dear fellow, if some keep aloof or some birds fly together,
10 Never suppose you’re not wanted or loved. You are. Don’t retreat.
As for me, I’ve got so used to solitude that I prefer
To be alone, but know, dear friend, my eye’s pupil is your seat.
While others are making money to stuff their bellies with meat,
We, fine butterflies, read and write, and live on perfume and sweet.
12.6.2014
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ARS[E] POETICA
When the chemical elements in the things we drink and eat
Interact with one another after we feel quite replete
To produce blood and energy, we are harassed by gasses
And waste matters in our bellies and see we need to excrete.
5 In our everyday encounters with what surrounds us in life,
Our hearts, too, are moved by feelings that can be bitter or sweet
And that make our minds writhe around, invisibly, restlessly,
Till we sit down and allow them their pus or juice to secrete.
Then if we have diarrhea, our minds excrete just free verse
10 But if we have constipation, our poems will be concrete.
There will be more than enough time to sit in the john and think,
To look for words, count syllables, and reflect on rhyme and beat.
Our winds, too, when we have much time, we can pattern and repeat
But they’re unchecked if there’s no time, dear friend, in our safe retreat.
4.29.2012
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BEWARE OF THIS CROOKÈD LIZARD!
Especially to a Former Student’s1 Colleagues and Students
Once in a freezing December I saw by the only ember
Left from an extinguished fire
A wretchèd, helpless, dying tramp in wet rags and without a gamp
In a state totally dire.
5 I pitied the unclean creature, faceless and without a feature,
Out of mercy picked him up
And took him with me to our house, unaware of many a louse
That was carried with this pup.
The corner where I’d made him sit got full of many2 a tiny grit —
10 The lice of this foul youngster.
You were so right, good friends of mine, when you said “He’s merely a swine;
Beware this Crookèd monster!”
2011
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ON A TREACHEROUS FORMER STUDENT
A Phenomenal Teacher, Artist, and Dervish,
The Epitome of Viciousness, Hypocrisy, Opportunism...
The wickèd souls’ crookèd natures by no means can we straighten,
Even with the divinest art or craft or science we may know.
They are of a quite different clay that is molded by Satan.
I don’t mean they should be erased. We must allow them to grow,
5 As God Himself has let them do, to harm us and to mislead
More by themselves and their like seeds that on God’s old earth they sow.
They exist to lead us to God eventually! Indeed,
They’re instruments by means of which we may learn to shun evil,
To avoid making others bleed, to abhor their fraud and greed.
***
10 Let me relate to you a tale of one such harmful weevil
From Awfi’s useful collection of stories that makes us wise
To their ways. It’s left from the times we may call medieval.
1. See “To An Imaginary Friend”, “Another 2. Unlike many in line 7 which is read as a
Judas”, and the succeeding poem, too. two-syllabled word, here it has one syllable.
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YOU FOOL
That make ladders of others
To raise yourself to the heights
And then fell them!
A deadly fall awaits you.
3.6.2015
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AFFECTION
Don’t touch it! It’s poisonous.
The hunger a wise foe gifts
Is far vital
Than this bait placed over here
5 Spiced with gaudy metaphors
By a Judas.
Kick it off! It’ll trouble you.
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WHY AMONG COMMON FOLKS AGAIN?
Why among common folks again, poor soul?
Vulgar is their knowledge of wrong and right.
The likes of you they can never console!
To their blind hearts all is as dark as coal,
5 But they consider their jet black true light.
Why among common folks again, poor soul?
It’s out of fools’ love when you they extol.
Their gift or good will is only a blight.
The likes of you they can never console!
10 Sinking in carnal pleasures is the goal
They pursue in the face of the world’s plight.
Why among common folks again, poor soul?
They’re but a host of moles in a big hole
Passing together idly their long night.
15 The likes of you they can never console!
1. Budha
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IN MEMORY OF EBRÁHIM EDÁLAT-PISHÉ!
Impressed forever on my rueful heart
By your virtues’ sublime and blessèd art,
You will remain and live on in my mind
Till doomsday even after I depart.
2.15.2021
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LAST POISON CUPLET1
The world was absurd, life a sigh,
Men were hollow, love was a lie.
10.25.2013
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REPENTANCE
Regretting my love gambles
I don’t intend to approach
More soul-consuming brambles.
I’ve had too much of disgrace
5 To seek, like a nightingale,
The thorny roses’ embrace.
I am as all can see now
A black, heartless, lonely crow
On a winter barren bough.
Winter 1986
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PERSEVERANCE
Once in my youth when I studied
At the university,
I was homeless and thus wandered
In the streets from dusk to dawn.
5 In winters when there was no one
On the streets due to the cold,
I saw a middle-aged woman
At the ending hours of night.
She stood beneath an old lamp post,
10 All in red dress, and knitting
Always some red stuff, and sometimes
She looked round as for someone.
One night I approached her and asked
Where I could find thereabout
15 Somewhere so that I might buy food
If she lived there and she knew.
Some months later when she had got
Used to feeling my presence
There in that Christian neighborhood,
20 I dared approach and ask her
Who her dear, nice ladyship was
And why she appeared just then
At that certain time of the night,
All in red dress and alone.
25 She said she lived in that district
And did her housework at home
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QUEST
I quested for you in the pubs,
In dormitory, on the campus,
And in terminals of cities,
But I could see no sign of you.
5 In the streets of my homelessness
And among the nice teen-agers,
While wandering in the deserts
And in the bosoms of mountains,
I searched for you
10 But I could see no sign of you.
When th’ adjoining jail was battered
In a tumult of shots and cries
And the window-panes all shattered
And I waited for destruction,
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ANGELS
I sheltered myself indoors for some years
From lying, dishonest, untruthful men
And almost fallen by my kinsfolk’s spears
I rose to search for a kindred soul then.
5 An angel showed up in my night’s sheer dark,
Hugged me and promised to stay by my side
With love and care and be a Noah’s ark
To deliver me from the world’s high tide.
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AN ACTUAL FAIRY TALE
I think when I first heard her song I was about six years old.
Overwhelmed by the divine voice which trilled around our earth’s cold,
I heard “Sweetie’s spinning her wheel while the world’s awaiting her.”
I loved her though then I knew not who she and that Sweetie were.
5 At the age of ten, in grade four, I sometimes saw my teacher
Work on musical notation, then to me a new feature,
To compose songs for her to sing and for me, too, to murmur
Throughout all the remaining years I would spend as a termer:
“I am a lovelorn butterfly in garden and flowerbed,
10 With pinions burnt, a heart restless, pining for love, almost dead.
O, my fatal love, do you think I have got a happy time?
I have gone mad and lost my mind and wander in grime and slime.”
1. This and the following are humble tributes to our local radio. She, too, has divorced the world
Charmin, a princess of modern Kurdish singing. and chosen seclusion for about 35 years.
I grew up, from the time I had not yet gone to 2. From Dylan Thomas’s famous villanelle
school, with her songs played on records or on “Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night”
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She was so young, and unmarried, about twenty five years old,
When people rose up to upturn the soil so as to sow gold.
15 Fair fairies’ singing in public regarded then as not good,
She was sent to her fairyland to wander in her childhood.
At the peak of reputation and in the prime of her life
The bond of the celebrity with us was cut with a knife.
In all later years I recalled her heart rending songs and wept.
20 I could not find them anywhere after she slept or was swept.
She had never been amoral in her short artistic life,
Nor, after men discarded her, did she display spite and strife.
A darling of cultured parents, gentle and of noble birth,
She stayed in, always kept silent, to by and by lose her mirth.
25 Some six years ago when I met an angelic friend of mine,
I asked her if she knew Charmin, that very fairy divine.
Her brother was a musician and they’d grown up in her land
But she said she had not even heard of her though she was grand!
Three months ago I decided to go on the internet
30 To find out something about her but left the net quite upset.
The web pages I visited all said she had died last year,
But one, quoting her father, said “she’s alive; there is no fear.”
I went on and on with my search and found a film about her
In which she herself appeared too, moved and talked, though I infer
35 It was recorded years before. Ah! I hope she is still fine.
She walked up and down her neat room! May her sun forever shine!
There in a corner I could see a golden-horned gramophone
Playing her great records of yore, but there was no telephone.
I saw no television set but an old fashioned radio
40 Quite like the days when she had not tasted the last fatal blow.
Ah! she just smoked incessantly murmuring with the records
What she’d sung in tender ages now with rusted vocal chords.
I just wept and wept and shed tears. I saw my fourth grade teacher
There, too, again, in a photo that said more than a preacher.
45 She’d lost in these thirty three years both her mother and her teeth;
Yet her soft heart’s fire was ablaze despite all cold sighs beneath.
That was the first time I saw her, I’d never seen her before,
But I think I well knew the pains that this calm volcano bore.
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ON SHAKESPEARE’S SONNET 116
Your memorable words “love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds”
Is a law meted and doled from above
Not hard to perceive for true hearts and minds.
5 It’s well defined by your disciple Donne1
Who says love is not for one’s eyes or arm
That dies once the time of those parts is done
Or ends with the loss of those nice parts charm.
A true lover never feels the absence
10 Of a loved one although they’re poles apart
In time or space, but their presence
Is felt with all the sinews of the heart.
Only the true minds death cannot sever;
True lovers love each other forever.
3.18.2011
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I LOVE YOU
An old Huck Finn, I now intend to throw away these heavy shoes
And wander weeping after you, bare footed, in the avenues.
After throwing away my clothes and logic, heedless of men’s blame,
I want to tear asunder now my chest and set my heart aflame.
1. John Donne (1572-1631)
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5 You are not and will not be mine, but let me see you from afar
From time to time, and let me feel in this dark sky I have a star.
I don’t impose myself on you. You don’t have to love me at all.
Dear cedar, let your shadow fall on this wreckèd and lonesome wall.
Don’t turn away from this bald head and these rusted, once pearl-like teeth.
10 Although reeking and disgusting, still I have that old heart beneath.
I have and love you in this world. Don’t leave this vagabond forlorn.
I well know I’m untouchable, but I deserve you, not your thorn.
Take good care of yourself, hence me. Have your wheat, your chaff leave to me.
Live long in happiness and glee, and let me, too, rejoice and be.
15 You’re my soul, with you I exist. You’re my sun or moon. You know this.
I will breathe as long as you shine and pour on me heat, light and bliss.
1.21.2014
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LOVE CAN’T BE BOUGHT1
A mother related to me
There was a boy whom her daughter,
Emily, once loved painfully
In two succeeding semesters.
5 Months later the girl had confessed
How she had taken some pennies
From her purse to buy him candy.
“Licorice was his favorite
And I bought him some every day,
10 But he still liked Jennifer more
And better than me. Why, Mommy?”
8.10.2010
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ALCESTIS2
I don’t regard you just as a nice queen.
You are the goddess of rare faith and love
That among women I have never seen
Nor will I witness in the world above.
1. The title is the answer to the question 2. A paragon of wifely love and loyalty in
which Emily asks in the short story “I Stand Ancient Greek mythology; the wife of
Here Ironing” by Tillie Olsen and which the Admetus who dies for her husband and is
narrator considers «unanswerable!». restored to him by Hercules.
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EASTERN FIDELITY
This morning I took a taxi
From the cemetery to my home.
On the way a lady got on
And some miles farther she got off
5 Without having paid the cab fare.
The driver called her back shouting
“Dear Madam, you forgot to pay
Your fare; Madam come; pay your fare!”
She stopped and turned her head and laughed
10 At the driver and he laughed too.
She went away and he told me
She was her dearly beloved wife!
2010
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TO LADY HEIRÁN
Though not a Hindu to be burnt alive with your deceased mate
Who demised fifteen years ago and you chose to stay and wait,
You passed away right then with him. A dame of untainted skirt,
You lived on to pine silently, his great loss to tolerate.
When you knew he would not return. You wore away by and by
Under the burden of your heart, its gnawing, back-bending weight.
I have no doubt you’d die for him like Alcestis or would leave
10 Willingly together with him. Your love’s depth was beyond rate.
I know sisters’ love for brothers and their never-ending rues
After their death, but among wives a few with you I equate.
You stayed after him to show us true love can’t be bent by fate.
You went away early and young though you thought it was so late.
2.27.2014
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A SPARK OF LOVE
A burnt out bosom which sheltered a dying, forsaken heart
Would not have room for more than you or abide another dart,
But none suspected the treasure buried there for a whole age
Would be unearthed only by one who had the skills and its chart.
5 Some passed by in scorn and contempt and some rushed with spades and pikes
To heap fortunes on full many a pompous or lowly cart,
Ignorant of the golden fact that the wealth would be revealed
With a light pole of compassion molded out just with God’s art.
Love is a quest for the riches, a self-love, which is not based
10 On pity, that sublime token of sacrifice. You were smart
And deserving of loyalty who sought not even my love
But observed a youth in the one who was about to depart.
Were I ever granted on earth this humble life to restart,
As in the past, from painted tarts and the proud I’d keep apart.
4.9.2014
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INACTIVITY
The life begun and carried on in time,
Like a long piece of music or a rime,
Stands as a painting that’s a spatial art
In its entirety before my heart.
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TO MY FOUL SELF
Full stop. You are less than nothing. Get off your donkey of pride!
You are only a tiny fly, in eagles’ realm don’t reside!
Hear what I say! I’m not your foe. I’m your second self, dear fool.
How long do you want to go on saying things unjustified?
5 Why don’t you give up this habit of taking all your clothes off
At seeing spoonfuls of water when you are not qualified
Even for the job of swimming? I’m truly ashamed of you.
When do you learn, you foul creature, it’s me that people will chide?
A little knowledge is dangerous. Yet you show you’re a know-all.
10 You’re a fool and hence free, of course; for you people tan my hide.
It’s only for your lunacy that I’ve suffered all my life,
For your silliness I have sighed, for your foolishness I’ve cried.
To such a stinky rat as you why am I doomed to be tied?
Have you left anywhere for me, O fool, on this earth to hide?
4.25.2012
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RED HANRAHAN2
At the end of your futile trip
You’ll find a card
On the front of which you will read:
1. Arts are sometimes classified as temporal instantly before the audience’s eyes entirely.
and spatial. In the former (like music or 2. To understand this, see William Butler Yeats’s
literature) an art work needs time to convey short story “Red Hanrahan” and the concept of
itself from the beginning to the end but an Paradox in Bertrand Russell’s Theory of Mathe-
art work of the latter type (like painting) is matical Sets, especially the Card Paradox.
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TAKING OFF MY GARB TO REST
«Where on this dark night shall I hang
My tattered coat?»1
«The foxes have holes and the birds
Of the air nests:
5 But the son of man hath nowhere
To lay his head.»2
11.16.2013
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MY EPITAPH
Men* shall shortly find out for sure
Dogs are more human and mature.
1.30.2021
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A-Z3
Or /Z/-/S/
Busy, noisy bazaars;
Sunset; silence!
6.11.2013
1. From “Woe Is Me” by Nima Yushij, the and unvoiced sibilants /z/ and /s/ to convey
founder of modern Persian poetry noise and silence respectively (4 ones for
2. Matthew, 8:20 each); see the opening and conclusion to
3. This shortest two-act play is built upon the Foroogh Farrokhzád’s “Another Birth” in its
phonological contrast between the voiced original Persian.
NOTES
1
TRUTH
— In Persian mysticism, particularly in The Conference of the Birds
(Mantiq-ot-Tayr) by Attár (the greatest Iranian mystic, 1145?-1221?, and
Rumi’s master), translated into English by Edward FitzGerald as Birds
Parliament in 1889, birds gather and decide to start questing for their
Lord. With innumerable hardships, only 30 survive and succeed to reach
the peak of Qáf (/qahf/), the mystical abode of their Lord. ‘See’, in
Persian, is 30 and ‘morgh’ equals bird. Their Lord, Seemorgh (30 birds),
is their own reflection!
— In algebra, the mortalities for a time span, for instance, can be shown by
means of a graph or curve. Graphs are drawn in terms of equations formed
by a function and a/some variable(s). Some graphs rise to a maximum
point and then descend, some descend toward a minimum point to start
ascending afterwards, some only descend or rise. I’ve drawn the curve of
men’s life as rising to its maximum point in their youth, the peak of the
Qáf, and then descending. I’ve also had in mind Sophocles’s riddle of the
Sphinx in Oedipus the King where man has been described as a beast with
4 legs at first in infancy, unable to rise from the ground, then standing
upright on 2 legs, in the middle of life, and finally, when inclined towards
the earth again, standing with the help of a stick (upon 3 legs).
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Thank God!