DEIMAHI:وقتی که می آمدم

وقتی که می آمدم به سوی تو جهت ها مرا گم کردند اما چراغ ها ی سر چهار راه ها چشمکی سرخ می زدند

 پس دانستم تو باید همین نزدیکی ها با شی و قطب نمایم دست مرا گرفت و پیش تو آورد 

عشق گم شده گی ست در جهت ها ی گم پشت صفحه ی بیدار قطب نما
In response to questions of friend:

Mb Rahimparast Dear Ostaad Framani; do you really still use a 'compass', or by that you mean your smartphone GPS?! Or perhaps GPS is not as poetic.

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Faramarz Soleimani One may look at poetry straight into the eye and pick up all its physical elements to deal with them for the meanings,or consider their paradigms as metaphors ,which could contain meanings beyond meanings,and incorporate oneself into the poem to share with poet.At this point ,there is no original poet or original poetry,but a new poet used to be called reader,as well as a new poem within hisher cultural ambiance.What we are getting into this discourse is affection in words,in poem,and in poet-text-reader.who writes poetry?It is all of us .That is why in the poem,"when I was coming...",directions lose you and still are with you in crossroads,and the compass already is a complex of your feelings,perceptions and especially affections,that are not only with you without being seen,but it is you at large.In the movie Il Postino,Pablo Neruda makes the local mailman familiar with Metaphor and the lover-mailer starts writing poems through this instruction.In fact metaphors are writing poem and carry us through a subjective world within architecture of love.This could be considered our compass in poetry and love.

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