Sunday, March 01, 2020

by Ahmad Shamlou

' A thousand laughing suns are in your eyes.
A thousand crying stars in mine.
 

' A thousand laughing suns in your footsteps,
a thousand weeping stars in my desire.


- Ahmad Shamlou -
Persian poet

December 12, 1925 - July 23, 2000

 
since i'm not sure which is correct, i post both ...

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Monday, November 04, 2019

by Ahmad Shamlou

I am not a story you can narrate
I am not a melody you can sing
I am not a sound you can hear
Nor something you can see
Nor such that you can know

I am the common pain
Cry me out.

- Ahmad Shamlou -
from Common Love

December 12, 1925 - July 23, 2000
Persian poet, writer and journalist.

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Sunday, May 22, 2016

Ah, if liberty sang a song 
little 
as the larynx of a bird 
nowhere would there remain a tumbling wall. 

- Ahmad Shamlou - 
from Song of the Greatest Wish 

December 12, 1925 - July 23, 2000 

Persian poet, writer and journalist.

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Saturday, June 13, 2015

I found my hope in the ocean of despair, 
My silvery moonlight in the dark night, 
My love in the year of plight, 
And exactly when- 
I was about to turn into ash- 
I went on fire. 

- Ahmad Shamlou - 
excerpt from Listen! 

Persian Poet

1925 - 2000  

The Official Website of Ahmad Shamlou

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Monday, June 02, 2014

Come The Night

When was it and how 
That breeze 
Told me of your graceful amble? 
How long has it been 
Since your humble birth? 
When was it and how 
That fire
Told the story of my burning ecstasy?
How long has it been 
Since a volcano last erupted? 
When was it and how 
That water 
Talked of our flowing purity? 
How long shall we wait 
Until the sea storms again? 
When was it and how 
That the earth 
Was an undeniable truth beneath our feet? 
How long shall we wait 
Until the birth of hope anew? 

- Ahmad Shamlou - 
December 12, 1925 - July 23, 2000

Persian poet, writer and journalist.


Ahmad Shamlou official site

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Monday, December 26, 2011

Dry path, all through life
Having been born with a cry
In a hatred
Turning on itself.

Thus was the
Great absence.
Thus was
The story of the ruin.

If only freedom
Could sing a song
Small, smaller even ...
Than the throat of a bird.

- Ahmad Shamlou -
1925 - 2000

Ahmad Shamlou official site

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