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December 31, 2005

Colours

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December 30, 2005

MOT FRÉMISSANT DE LA VIE

Derrière les pins, la neige.
Neige, et lâcher de corbeaux.
La route n'est qu'un exil.
Vent, chant, errance, et un soupçon de sommeil.
Branche de lierre, halte et cour des maisons.

Moi-même, et cette tristesse, et cette vitre mouillée!
J'écris, et l'espace.
J'écris, et ces deux murs, et quelques moineaux.
Quelqu'un est triste.
Quelqu'une tricote.
Quelqu'un compte.
Quelqu'une chante.

La vie signifie: un sansonnet s'est envolé.
Pourquoi en es-tu si affecté?

Les plaisirs pourtant ne manquent pas: ce rayon de soleil,
L'enfant de l'après-demain,
Le pigeon de la semaine prochaine.
Quelqu'un est mort hier soir
Et pourtant le pain de froment est encore bon,
Et pourtant l'eau coule comme d'habitude et les chevaux s'y abreuvent.

Les gouttes vont au gré des courants,
La neige s'appesantit sur le dos du silence
Et le temps s'allonge sur l'échine frêle du jasmine.

Sohrab Sepehri

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December 26, 2005

The Primeval Call

Where are my shoes?

Who was it that said Sohrab?

It was a familiar voice like the touch of wind on the leave

My mother is asleep

So are Manoochehr and Parvaneh and perhaps all the townsfolk

The June night passes gently over seconds like an elegy

And a cool breeze from the corner of the blanket sweeps my sleep

It smells of separation:

My pillow is full of the song of the swallow plumes

Morning shall break
The sky will migrate
With this cup of water

I must go tonight!

I who spoke to the folk in this region through the widest window
Never heard a word that matched time
No loving eye stared at the ground
Looking at the garden enchanted nobody
Nobody took a magpie seriously at a farm
I am dejected like a cloud
When I behold Hoori – the neighbor’s full-grown lass –
Studying theology
At the foot of the rarest elm tree on earth

There are other things also – moments of exaltation
(For example I saw a poetess
So absorbed watching the horizon
That the sky laid eggs in her eyes
And one night out of other nights
A man questioned me,
“How long does it take to the rising of grapes?)

Tonight I must go!
I must take a suitcase
Big enough to contain my shirt of loneliness
And walk in a direction
Where epic-singing trees can be seen
Towards the vast wordless expanse which keeps calling me
Somebody said Sohrab again!
Where are my shoes?

Sohrab Sepehri

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December 24, 2005

Christmas Trees

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December 23, 2005

Monika Jalili

Funny though her pronunciation may seem, she has a touching voice and an adoring manner of singing free from pretentions. Just lovely!

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Black and White

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December 21, 2005

Yalda

Watermelon Pomegranate Ajil

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Cubes

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December 20, 2005

Candles

He told me, "you became a candle and everyone is turning towards you."
I am no candle anymore, I don't lead anyone anymore, I became like scattered smoke!

(Rumi)

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December 19, 2005

Socks

Sometimes you can see through somebody's character by the type and colour of his/her socks. Also, some people consciously of unconsciously portray an image of themselves by their socks, which is really different from their true character.

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