Painting By Zohreh Khaleghi
ALEXANDRIA , VIRGINIA
There Is No Pain Compared To That Of
Having A Woman Who Is Incapable Of Delivering Herself.
--LAWRENCE DURRELL:
"ALEXANDRIA QUARTET"
Sometimes Love Arrives Dignified and Harmonious.
I came to see you
In silence
And without a companion .
You were silent Alexandria
Forgotten and asleep
Without
A companion.
Sometimes love arrives dignified and harmonious .
In return from hidden road
Sitting lonely in a lonely room
Leaning out pregnant
Of panorama
You are looking through the window
Between two hesitant shores.
The acrid taste of the earth
And the running water
Agaist upstream
Carving the soil in halves
Faraway from one another.
Gazing against deep
A weary phone is ringing constantly
To no avail of apathic answer.
Storms turning around
Like thunders and storms
Of a thunder horse
In thunderstorm .
An anxious dishevelled phone
Still ringing perpetually
In silence
To make you stormy.
Someone
Between us
medleying in vain.
Is the world leaving
or still around?
The Silent Alexandria
Leaves the sun behind
To the bay
Behind the row of trees or condos
Now empty staring.
Behind the window
Lost in the sun
The blue bird
Hitthing window of the night
With that silver boat
In a naked finger
When love arrives gripping and lost.
No sceptre to stop the currents
And star thistle
Continues its way
On the river
How do I find in the blue
Someone
Stained in snow or
Pure.
SOMETIMES LOVE ARRIVES,DIGNIFIED,
HARMONIOUS
AND LOST.
SOMETIMES
YOU LOOSE IT
IF YOU LOOSE IT
IN STORM OR
HIDDEN AIR.
NO STORM COMES BACK IF IT IS LEAVING IN STORM.
NO LOVE IS LOVE IF IT IS BROKEN IN
SHATTERED WINDOWS
OF A DARKNESS INTO THE NIGHT
OR SCATTERED HERE AND THERE,
O
Silent Alexandria of the day of oblivion
And still
Untouchable in nonchalance.
O SILENT ALEXANDRIA OF FOREVER
NOT FORGIVING
IN FOREVERNESS!
It is a sea of pearl
Perpetually leaving
The window
I'm not crying
For your crying
Anymore!
You know that
Sometimes love comes
Harmonious and
Dignified.
Be capable of delivering yourself!
When time arrives.
An anxious and dishelved phone still ringing
In vain
It should be from somewhere
Or someone who does not respect
The silence.
I always thought
When the river is drying up
the dry thing is drying up
In the river
So the river is dying.
Gripping and lost
Sometimes love arrives
Lost in the sun
Walking around
Between two shores.
Again that silver boat
In a naked finger
When sometimes Love arrives.
The storm
Won't fit into our shared narrative
But it was just a conjecture
Of future.
Future is faraway
In the fog
Past is hidden in hidden air
So why your ashes
Is so soon
It won't fit into
Our shared narrative?
I FEEL FOR YOU
O SILENT ALEXANDRIA!
O MY SILENT ALEXANDRIA
OF THE DAY OF FARAWAYNESS!
---
*Written in a trip never made
But still made
In togetherness and farawayness.
A Persian Version may follow this poem ,
or may not.
(modified 5.15.2010)
--F.S.
