Selections from Poetry of Iranian Women


Invitation to the hungry ghosts

There has never been such a good time to be alive:
Fascism digging in like gangrene, the earth abused,
Rolling over to die, the work laid out like a feast.

The piss-stained schizophrenic at the curb holds high
A steaming dainty-plate. Is he not a mother's son?
Am I not mother enough to swallow his feast?

Why do I choke on soldiers?-- Lick those babies clean
Of fear. My belly grows -- is it big enough yet
To hold Washington? Feast within feast within feast!

Only war gets poets in the door here: Basho
Hid in a body bag. Rumi showed up early --
You should have seen hell coming when he served you his feast.

'My turban is worth two cents,' he said, a sly
Loss leader. Now his tattered coat will cost you all
The oil in Araby; his boots, your four-star feast.

Your bloated souls are starving, pounding at the door.
Napa wine won't get you drunk. You've bombed the tavern
Flat with greed. Now you'll have to come outside to feast!

Zara Houshmand

 

IT’S A MAN’S WORLD TO THE END OF THE END—

I am a woman. Simply.

To look at me is a sin —
I must be veiled.

To hear my voice is a temptation
that must be hushed.

For me to think is a crime
so I must not be schooled.

I am to bear it all
and die quietly, without complaint.

Only then can I be admitted to the court of God
where I must repose naked on a marble cloud
feed virtuous men succulent grapes
pour them wine from golden vats
and murmur songs of love…

Sholeh Wolpé

 

 

With no pants

Short, short; like an arm: 
your leg's greeting, with no pants 
your eye's fallen into your leg's pocket 
touch! 
your eye's fallen into your leg's pocket 
 
Short, short; like a head: 
your blue leg, with no pants 
your eye's fallen under my eyebrow 
blink! 
your eye's fallen into my emptiness 
 
Tall, loud; like a mouth's soul: 
your red-lipped leg, with no pants 
your eye's fallen into your mouth 
talk! 
your eye's fallen into your mouth 
 
Tall, tall; ...

Sepideh Jodeyri

 

THE HUMAN HALO

In the first play
you omitted this sequence:
- the human halo
can be multiplied by love-
In modern knowledge
metal volumes
are coming to an end,
and conference is a precious thing.
When it was agreed to change the sign of Zodiac
"I love you "
many, many times
didn't belong to any organization.

Banafsheh Hejazi

 


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