WOMEN:MARCH 8,PERSIAN WOMEN POETS-1 for INTERNATIONAL WOMEN'S DAY

CELEBRATING INTERNATIONAL WOMEN'S DAY WITH
ANTHOLOGY OF PERSIAN WOMEN POETS -1
TRANSLATED INTO ENGLISH BY: DR FARAMARZ SOLEIMANI
A*SH*N*A
(ARCHIVE SHER NO IRAN)

.AZADEH DAVACHI

*THE EARTH DWINDLES AGAIN
AGAIN FOG IS FLOWING IN MY HANDS
THE FINE CORNER OF MY EYES BECOMES CLOUDY
AGAIN MY RESTLESS FACE
SEEMS TO BE SMILING ON ANY HANDS
I HAVE TO BE SQUATTING
SLEEPING ON TREES BECOMING GOD
I HAVE TO HANG IN MY HANDS
SHINING MY CURTAIN ON MY OLD MOTHER
CLINING MY HOUSE
BECOMING NEW AND SIT ON THE LINE
IF I BECOME AN ANGEL OR SATAN THAT IS IT
MY LINES COMING CROOKED
MY DAYS SMILING FINE
I BECOME A DAY AGAIN TO SEE I AM
AND MY HANDS LOOSING PATIENCE
ON THE SLOPE OF THIS SICK MIND
I HAVE TO BECOME GOD I GUESS
GROWING FROM EARTH.
AZADEH DAVACHI:BAZ ZAMIN KAM MISHAVAD/TR;F.SOLEIMANI

.AZAR KIANI.

*CRISTHMAS:
YOU HAVEN'T SEEN A MAN
WITH THORN ON HEAD
BLISTER ON HIS LIPS
TURBAN ON HEAD
DROPPING EARS FROM HIS WORDS.
YOU HAVEN'T SEEN
HAVEN'T SEEN?
DIDN'T TAKE HIM GONE:
HOTTER THAN FIRE PLACE
STAR COVERED PINE TREE IN THE CORNER OF ROOM
BLINKING STRINGCOLORFUL GIFTS
COLDER...
WOMAN COOMBED HER HAIR
WORE DRESS
BUT DID NOT GO TO WORK
MAN SHVED
COOMBED HIS HAIR
WORE CLOTHES
BUT DID NOT GO TO WORK
THEY SAT FACE TO FACE
LOOKED AT THEIR WATCH
TRANSITION OF THE YEAR
TRANSITION OF THE YEAR
TRANSITION.
DIDN'T TAKE HIM GONE
AZAR KIANI:KRISMAS/TR;F.SOLEIMANI
**ROUND PHILOSOPHY:
THIS HOUSE IS EMPTY
EMPTY EYES OF THIS HOUSE
LOOKING AT NOBODY
NOBODY MEANS
A SMALL SIGN AT THE DOOR
WRITTEN ON IT:
FOR SALE.
THE EARTH TURNS BESIDE HERSELF
PHILOSOPHY BECOMING ROUND
THE INHABITANTS
LEAVING.
EMPTY HOUSES.
NOBODY IS IN THE HOUSE ANYMORE
THE HOUSE IS THE ABSURD FORM OF
A BIG ZERO
CALLED THE EARTH.
THE EARTH IS NOT IN HER PLACE
LOOKING AT NOTHINGNESS OF CONSTELLATION.
NOTHINGNESS OF CONSTELLATION MEANS:
EARTH,FOR SALE
AZAR KIANI:FALSAFEH YE GERD/TR;F.SOLEIMANI,
MODIFIED 03082010



.AZITA GHAHREMAN

SEA:
SOMEONE COMES TO PUT A SIGN
ON THIS SHORE
TO SAY THIS IS THE END OF THE WORLD.
I WANT TO SLEEP
ON WORDS FROM THE SEA
ON DOTS,SANDS
SOMEONE COME TO REMOVE
STATUE OF THOSE WHO TURNED
TO TAKE A LOOK
AT A HIDDEN SITE
SHAKE CURTAINS AND AIR OFF THE GAZES
I AM SOMEHOW NAKED
I WANT TO SLEEP
IN BIRDS ROARING
AND THE SEA AWAKENED BY HIS HANDS
NOW SOMEONE COME TO LOWER THE VOLUME OF THE WORLD
AZITA GHAHREMAN:DARYA/TR;F.SOLEIMANI

.BAHAREH REZAI

*ZORO:

LIKE PAVLOV DOG

I WAS CONDITIONED

THINKING OF YOU

WITH ANY BLACK MASK

THINK OF YOU

MY CLUMSEY REVOLUTIONARY!

EVEN UNDER OXYGEN TENT

YOUR MOUTH TO MOUTH BREATHING

HAD BEGAN.

MY HEART WAS CHOPPED

IN ITS LAYERS

AND I WAS STARTING TYPOGRAPHY

ON THE HILLS OF YOUR BODY.

I HAVE TO GO BACK

TO THE POLAR DAYS

BETWEEN US.

I HAVE TO GO BACK

AND START ICE SKATING AGAIN

ON YOUR FROZEN HEART.

BAHAREH REZAI:ZORO/TR;F.SOLEIMANI
.FIROOZEH MIZANI

*O UNSEEN DAWN!
O UNSEEN DAWN!
WHAT HAPPENED TO HUMID VISTA OF THE SEA
THIS VAST TRANSPARENT MIRROR
NOT SHOWING
BUT
DEAD OF DEPTH.

O LUCKY FORTUNE!
WHEREVER YOU COME
YOU EVEN FIND IT A PREY
IN STORM OF THIESE STARS OF THE GRAVE.

DEAD FEATHERLESS
TO YOUR BASS AND BOTTOM
O SONG OF OPEN ROLL!NOW THAT YOU ARE TAKING THEM AWAY
TO THE CIRCUS HIPPODROMES
ROLLING THEM
OFF ROADSREACHING WITH THEM
BEHIND THIS CLEARING FOG.

O UNSEEN DAWN
DO NOT SAY THEY HAVEN'T RAISED
THIS TIME YOU TOO
WILL NOT
firoozeh mizani:ey sobh-e napeida!/tr;f.soleimani

.MAHNAZ BADIHIAN

*A HANDFUL OF WATER:
I CLIMB UP THERE
AND FILL MY HANDS OF THE MOON'S HEAVY WATER
AND I LEAVE THE EARTH'S BITTER WATER
THE BLOODY WATER OF TIGRIS AND EUPHRATES
AND WATER OF MISSISSIPPI
WITH THOUSAND OF BROKEN HEARTS
SWIMMING IN
AND WATER OF GANGES
WITH POOR SWIMMERS.

I CLIMB UP THERE
AND FILL MY HANDS WITH HEAVY WATER
AND POUR DROP BY DROP
IN THIRSTY MOUTH OF ZAYANDEH RUD.

WELL,WHICH LINE IS FOR THE MOON?
I AM TIRED OF THIS WAITING.
from:moshti ab/tr;f.soleimani

.MANA AGHAEI

*SHAHRZAD HOTEL:
TONIGHT
IS ONE THOUSAND AND ONE NIGHTS
THAT I ONLY
TALK TO MYSELF
I AM LIKE AN INSOMNIAC TRAVELLER
LOST HER WAY IN DESERT
I AM LONELY THEN
IN THIS DARK AND VOID NIGHT
EVEN THE MOON'S LULLABY
HARDLY COULD BE HEARD FROM THE SKY
IN THIS CHEAP STARLESS HOTEL
WHO LIKE ARAB GIRLS
IS BURRIED ALIVE
UNDER HEAVY RRAINS OF DARKNESS.
WHO IS HEARING
THE VOICE OF SHAHRZAD?
*from:hotel shahrzad/tr;f.soleimani

.MANDANA MOHIT

*RIDDLE
(a poem in english)
I'M ALL THE THINGS NO ONE IS SURE ABOUT
ALL THE UNTRACKED WAYS
HEADS WHO TURN AWAY
I'M ALL THE THINGS NO ONE DARED TO SAY
THE SHAME THAT FILLED THE DAY
WITH TEAR AND DESPAIR
I'M ALL THE HANDS NEVER SHOOK
A JOYFUL BRUISING LOOK
THE LIVES THAT CAME AND FLED
UNNOTICED,WASTED
I'M ALL THAT FEAR
CARRIED TIGHT AND DEAR
AGAIST THAT OTHER
WHO WAS NONE BUT ME
I'M ALL THAT COULD BE
A SOUL
A BEING
ONE JOURNEY
ENDING
SO I WILL BE
AND BE...

"cri de coeur,a cry of heart,delnaleh,delava,from deep in history,not lonely and not by only one voice,and that's why not ending,as she says:I WILL BE AND BE.it starts from different
angles and corners and still heard.--fs"
see also:mandanamo.com/processed sentiments

.MANSUREH ASHRAFI.

*STORY:

WE WERE BUDDING IN SPRING

HARVESTED AT SUMMER

STRINGED IN AUTUMN

AND IN WINTER

WE WERE BURRIED

...

BUT I AM STILL ALIVE

AFTER ALL THOSE SCYTH

AND CIRCLE AND GRAVE.

AND I AM HERE

IN WEATFIELD

SWINGING

WITH WIND

AND STILL

FALLING IN LOVE

from:sargozasht/tr;f.soleimani

.MASSUMEH ZIAI

*SAY OF HAPPINESS:

SAY OF HAPPINESS

OF LAUGHTER AND LOST SONGS

NOBODY REMEMBERS

HISTORY OF OBLIVION

WORDS WITHOUT LARYNX

QUARRELLING AUTUMN

READ SILENCE

SO TO BLOSSOM

OR SCATTERPOUR.

IT IS NATURAL

TO DREAM STAR

IT IS NATURAL

TO LIKE THE SEA

AND A LITTLE SMILE

DON'T THINK OF EVIL

ALL GOOD THINGS ARE NATURAL

ONE WRITES THE NIGHT AS BLACK

DEATH

DARKER

READ LOVE CLEAR

IN COLOR OF THE RAIN

FOR TREES SAKE

THE WOODS

FOR HAPPY DREAMS

FORGOTTEN LAUGHS

FOR SPRING

SAY OF HAPPINESS

from:az shadiha begu/tr;f.soleimani

.MINOO NOSRAT

*...

AS ALL ASPENS

AS ALL RAVENS OF THE GARDEN

I HAVE SEEN SKY

A WORLD OF PIGEON

FROM WALLS' EYESOCKET

MUD AND STRAW PASSED THROUGH ME

MY TRESSES DRAGGED TO SIBERIA

TO THE EYES OF MY FATHER

THE DEEPEST PIT OF THE WORLD

IN THE MOST WESTERN CORNER OF GARDEN

AND I LOST THE TIME

UNDER THE SWEET MEADOW OF SOUR APPLE

I DON'T KNOW

I AM QAMARI

I AM HEJRI

I AM SHAMSI

OR MOURNING THE BIRTHDAY OF A LITTLE GIRL

YOR VOICE ECHOES IN MY LEFT SHOULDER

I AM DIZZY

NOW THAT YOU SEE MY TRACE ON THE DIRT

CALL POLICE STATIONS

from;.../tr;f.soleimani

.ROBAB MOHEB

*...:
1
BETWEEN TWO MOMENTS
IT WAS COLD AND THE CHAINS OF WATCHES THAT WERE LOST
WE
EXTENDED OUR DIMENSIONS
TO THE HEAVY SHOULDERS
OF OUR POETRY
BEFORE WINDS AND STORMS
BEHIND OUR PASSES
THERE WERE SILENCE OF A DESERT
WRAPPING AROUND
BODY OF A LONE TREE
2
I AM
A HORSEWOMAN WITHOUT A HORSE
AND THIS FIELD
IS MY EYES
POURING ON MY FOOTHILLS
NIGHTMARES HAVE LONG ARMS
AND THIS LAW-RIDDEN POEMS
DROPPING ON MY WINDOW PANES

YELLOW BUTTERFLIES UNDER THE SKINS
IN EMPTY SHELL OF MY BODY
from:.../tr;f.soleimani

.SAGHI GHAHREMAN

*HOLE:
WHATEVER HAS A HOLE IS LIKE ME
SUCKING IT IN THEM AND STILL REMAINING EMPTY
WHATEVER WITH A HOLE IS LIKE ME
TAKING IT IN AND STILL EMPTY
AND WE WHO ENDEAR OUR HOLES LOOK ALIKE
EMPTY.
from:surakh/tr;f.soleimani

.SHAHLA BAHARDOOST

*THE SICK AIR:
for him whose heart revives with love
WEATHER IS SO SICK IN HERE THAT IS NOT BREATHING
THUNDER STRUCKS FEAR,LIGHTNING IN MY HEART
MY HEART IS NOT A HEART AND THERE IS NO LOVER
YOUR SHOES SO SHINING FOR RELATIONS
RELATIONS SO UNRELATED
APPROACHING AND DISTANCING
MY HAIRS HAVE EYES ON YOU IN VAIN
WHEN YOUR HEART CIRCLES AROUND MY BODY
GASPING FAST
DECIDING ON HIS TOES!
THE AIR IS SO SICK IN HERE,THERE IS NO RAIN
MY MAN INVISIBLE,BLOWING OUT MY CANDLES
DASH AKOL IS DEAD AND TREE
TREE OF ORCHARD IN PIGEONS'EAR CRACK CRACK
AND YOU PULL THE ROPE HARD
AND GOD DID NOT SEE THE COLOR OF FLOWERS
WHEN YOUR DROPS WERE GREENING ME

WHY YOU ARE FRIGHTENED
WHEN YOU WHIRLING DIZZY
LIKE A TOP
AND BECOME A MAN LIKE DARK CLOUDS
I BECOME SO SALTY WHEN YOU WAVE LIKE ME
WHEN BREEZE PICKING YOUR KISSES IN THE AIR
TO LEAVE THEM ON MY CHEEKS
AHHH
YOUR VOICE IS LOST
OR I AM DEAF
COME TO MY DREAMS
COME TO INFINITY OF MY IMAGINATION
MY HEART WANTS YOUR EMBRACES
REMEMBER THE SCENT OF JASMINS ON THE HILLS
I REMEMBER THE SCENT OF HONEYON BLUES
REMEMBER I DIDN'T LIE THAT I COME
REMEMBER YOU LIE THA STILL ARE IN TRAVEL
NOW THE SHEET CURVES WITH ME ON DPRESSED LINE
HOW MY SLEEP SMELLS CIGARETTES AND TEARS
THE ROOM WANTS TO HOWL IN MY EARS TO THE ROPES

AND HOW I LIKE IT
HOW I LIKE THE BELLS RING
THE SOUND OF YOUR LOUD LAUGHTERS
AWAY FROM ROOM'S ROPES
TONIGHT HOW COLD THE WINDO IS SHAKING ON FAREWELL!
from : havaye nakhosh/tr;f.soleimani

.SORUR JAVAN

*WOMANLY:

DO YOU SEE HOW VAST IS THIS DUSK?

DO YOU SEE HOW VAST IS THIS WINTER

THAT PASSES?

AND ITS ENDLESS TAILS

ON THE GROUNDS

KHESH KHESH...

AT
SIX IN THE MORNING

THE BED IS WHITE
A WOMAN IN ME IS ASKING
A HOT DESIRE
A WOMAN IN ME IS SOBBING
WARM TEARS
A WOMAN IN ME IS
FEARLESS SOUND CRYING
A WOMAN STANDING NAKED UNDER THE SUN
ON RED SANDS
NOT ETHEREAL BUT HUMAN
AT SIX IN THE MORNING
AND ME
HEY HEY HEY!
A WOMAN HER FACE BLUE
A WOMAN HER BREASTS WHITE
A WOMAN HER LIPS RED
ALL IN ME AND ME FULL OF ALL THESE
AND ME
HEY HEY HEY!
GIVE ME YOUR HAND
AND WAIT
SLOWLY SLOWLY SLOWLY
BEHIND THESE BRIGHT STARS HANGING BETWEEN EARTH AND SKY
WHEN YOUR HEAD IS ON MY CHEST
SHE MIGHT KISS YOU
from:zananegi/tr;f.soleimani
(img on top)

.ZIBA KARBASI

*BROWN AND JASMIN PENETROBURNING

IN RYTHM:

HE WANTED TO MULTIPLY ME WITH ADDING ON HIS ANCESTORS

HE WANTS TO MULTIPLY ME WITH ALL HIS DISTRACTIONS

HE TALKS MUCH OF ME HAS SO MUCH

AND THROWS TO THE AIR

MUCH OF HIS SO MUCH

WHEN I STARE AT HIS EYES LIKE A POEM SUCKING ON HIS THROAT

HIS POETIC VOICE MULTIPLIES THE WAY

THAT NOTHING OF HIM NEVER DIVIDING BY NOTHING BUT ME

THE WAY THE POEM WROTE MY LIPS KNOWS

THE LINE I SHOWED YOU.

AND...

"IN THESE POEMS I TRIED TO ACCOMPANY THE YOUNG VOICE OF PERSIAN WOMEN POETS.I WAS WITH THEM AND THEIR EXPERIENCES.A PHYSICAL AND MENTAL ENDEAVER TO DISCOVER A NEW REALM ON THE ROAD MAP.IF THEY NAMED IT IN FARSI,ICOULD HAVE NAMED IT IN ENGLISH,AS WELL.A CRY IN THE WILD RESPONDING BY A CRY IN THE WILDREDNESS OF BODY AND WORDS.A WORLD OF RESPONSE ON AND REFLECTION,FEELINGS AND EXCITEMENTS.IT IS OBVIOUS THAT THEY ARE ONE STEP AHEAD OF ME ON TIMEAND TOUCH,IN THEIR EXPERINCE,ESPECIALLY SLASHING THEIR MOTHER TONGUE AROUND,BUT YOU KNOW I NEVER GIVE UP.I AM NOT A FOLLOWER.I GO IN FRONT AND I SLASH MY OWN IN ANY OF MY MOTHER TONGUES.HIT ME AND YOU GET A BIG HIT,AND THAT'S HOW WE CAME OUT BLACK AND BLUE.IN POEMS AND POEM/TRANSLATIONS.AND THE GAME IS GOING ON...

HAPPY WOMEN'S DAY AND WEEK AND YEAR

AND THE YEARS TO COME

WITH MORE TOP HITS.

I AM PROUD OF OUR PERSIAN WOMEN POETS,AS I AM PROUD OF ALL PERSIAN POETS.WOMEN,MEN,QUEER OR STRAIGHT.POLITICAL AND VISIONARIES.DREAMERS,REVERIES,INSANES AND STONE FACED.WE ALL ARE WAITING FOR OUR SHARE OF NOBEL PRIZE,EVEN PRESIDAENT SHARANG!

AND I WILL BE ON THE ROAD WITH THEM AT LEAST UNTIL 2040,AND ON...,

IN ANY TONGUE TO EXPERIENCE MOVEMENTS AND REVOLUTIONS,AND ENJOY IT.

THESE POEMS ARE COMING FROM:

RENDAAN.COM

MAHMAG.COM

SAHNEHA.COM

SHEIDAMOHAMMDI.COM/SNAPSHOTS OF INFINITY .COM

MANDANAMO.COM

AND FROM THE HEART OF US ALL.

THAT'S WHAT IS COUNTS.

SEE YOU!

--FS

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