I love Persian poetry. Mostly classic ones by legendary poets such as Rumi and Hafez. The following is by Iran’s most controversial and influential female poet of the twentieth century, Forough Farrokhzad. She was also a film director.
Farrokhzad’s poetry was banned for over a decade after the Islamic revolution in Iran. She died in a car accident at age thirty-two. One of my favorite poems by her is posted below.
Enjoy!
I will say hi to the sunlight again
and to the water stream rushing in my vein
to the clouds the ones which were my long thoughts
I will say hi to the painful growth of poplar trees in the garden, those which have to get through this lifeless dry season
I will say hi to the group of crows the crows that bring me the nice smell of night farms as a gift
to my mom, who lived in the mirror and was similar to the older me,
to the earth which was filled by little green eggs from the lust and the desire of repeating me, I will say a hi.
I’ll come, I’ll come, I’ll come
with my hair bringing the smell of the soil and under it
with my eyes , the viscous experience of the darkness
with the bushes that i have collected from the other side of the wall
I’ll come, I’ll come, I’ll come
and the front door will become filled with love
and I, standing at the door, will say hi
To whom ever knows to love
to the little girl who is full of love, I will say a hi again.