PEN DISSIDENT POETS

GABRIELA MISTRAL,SWEETHEART OF CHILE and LATIN AMERICA

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blography by: MOJ

gabriela mistral and her books: madwomen and my name is gabriela
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GABRIELA MISTRAL,LUCILA GODOY ALCAYAGA,POET AND DIPLOMAT
b.APRIL 7,1889,VICUNA,CHILE
d.JAN 10,1957,HEMPSTEAD,NEW YORK
GABRIELA MISTRAL IS THE FIRST CHILEAN AND LATIN AMERICAN WOMAN WHO WON NOBEL PRIZE of LITERATURE IN 1945,
"FOR HER LYRIC POETRY WHICH INSPIRED BY POWERFUL EMOTIONS,HAS MADE HER NAME A SYMBOL OF THE IDEALISTIC INSPIRATIONS OF THE ENTIRE LATIN AMERICAN WORLD."
SHE CHOSE HER PEN NAME FROM TWO OTHER POETS:GABRIELE D' ANNUNZIO,THE ITALIAN POET AND WRITER OF 19TH CENTURY, AND FREDERIC MISTRAL,A FRENCH POET OF 19TH CENTURY WHO IN 1904 SHARED NOBEL PRIZE IN LITERATURE.
GABRIELA MISTRAL PUBLISHED HER FIRST COLLECTION OF POETRY,CALLED DESOLACION IN 1922...

la bruma espesa,eterna para que olvide donde
me ha arrojado la mar en su ola de salmuera
la tierra a la que vine no tiene primavera
tiene su noche larga que cual madre me esconde/

fog thickens,eternal so I may forget where
the sea has thrown me in its wave of brine
the earth i have come to knows no spring
it has its long night that like a mother hides me

GABRIELA MISTRAL TAUGHT IN SCHOOL,IN TEMUCO,THE SAME HUMBLE TOWN OF PABLO NERUDA THAT HE WRITES ABOUT IT IN HIS "CONFIESO QUE HE VIVIDO" OR MEMOIR...
Around this time, atall lady who wore long long dresses and flat shoes came to temuco.She was the new principal of the girls' school.She was from our southernmost city,from Magellan,s snow.Her name was Gabriela Mistral.
Pablo Neruda,the poet,continues:
I used to watch her passing through the streets of my hometown,with her sweeping dresses and I was scared of her.But when I was taken to visit her,I found her to be very gracious.In her dark face,as Indian as a lovely Araucanian pitcher,her very white teeth flashed in full,generous smile that lit up the room.
Mistral gives Neruda some books of Russian novels in their visits as "the most extraordinary thing in world literature"...Neruda says:Gabriela introduced me to the dark and terrifying vision of the Russian novelists and that Tolstoy,Dostoevsky and Chekhov soon occupied a special place deep within me...
She wrote her poems of the mother and child,poems worked in flawless prose,polished and graceful.for her prose was often her most penetrating poetry.
She ddscribe pregnancy,birth,and growth in these poems...
Years later ...at the time of her memorable triumph,of her nobel prize,she had to pass Temuco
on her way to recieve the honor...Gabriela Mistral managed to pass through at night ,she took a night train so as not to accept Temuco's copihues.
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PABLO NERUDA HERE WRITES ONE OF HIS LOVE LETTERS IN FORM OF PROSE POEM,TO HIS FRIEND AND FELLOW POET AND DIPLOMAT:
YOU COME HERE GABRIELA,BELOVED DAUGHTER OF THESE WILD MUSTARD BLOSSOMS,THESE ROCKS,THIS GIANT WIND.WE ALL WELCOME YOU JOYOUSLY.NO ONE WILL FORGET YOUR SONGS TO THE HAWTHORNS,TO THE SNOWS OF CHILE.YOU ARE CHILEAN.YOU BELONG TO THE PEOPLE.NO ONE WILL FORGET YOUR "CURSED WORD"
YOU ARE A MOVING FRIEND OF PEACE.FOR THOSE AND OTHER REASONS,WE LOVE YOU.
YOU COME GABRIELA,TO THE WILD MUSTARD PLANTS AND THE HAWTHORNS OF CHILE.IT IS ONLY RIGHT THAT I GIVE YOU THE TRUE WELCOME OF THE BLOSSOMS AND THE THORNS,IN KEEPING WITH YOUR GREATNESS AND OUR UNBREAKABLE FRIENDSHIP.SEPTEMBER'S DOORS ,MADE OF ROCK AND OF SPRINGTIME,SWING OPEN FOR YOU.NOTHING MAKES MY HEART HAPPIER THAN TO SEE YOUR WIDE SMILE ENTER THIS SACRED LAND MADE TO BLOSSOM AND SING BY THE PEOPLE OF CHILE.
IT'S MY GOOD LUCK TO SHARE WITH YOU THE ESSENCE AND THE TRUTH WHICH,BECAUSE OF OUR VOICES AND OUR WORDS,WILL BE HONORED .
MAY YOR MAGNIFICENT HEART REST,LIVE,FIGHT,SING,AND HAVE OFFSPRING ,IN THE ANDEAN AND OCEAN SOLITUDE OF OUR COUNTRY.I KISS YOUR NOBLE FORHEAD AND RENDER HOMAGE TO YOUR UNIVERSAL POETRY...

see more:
www.rendaan.blogspot.com/feb2010/faramarzsoleimani/gabrielmisteral

A*SH*N*A:BIJAN JALALI'S WHITE DOVES

white snow dove

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THE WORDS OF MY POEMS

ARE LIKE WHITE DOVES

FLYING ON ANY ROOF

AND THE DAY IS LIGHTER

OF THEIR WHITE WINGS.

_BIJAN JALALI

Tr;F.S.

APRES SKI

gardaneh shemshak

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I

*APRES SKI


AT THE GATE NO.70
PRIOR TO STARTING IT LONELY
[BY THE SEA AND THE MOUNTAIN
REMEMBER WE CRUISED DOWN
ETERNALLY
STARING UPHILL TO THE PEAK OF THE WORLD
KIND OF SLIDING
[TO HIT THE TREES IN A BOWL OR
YEP ,NOW ON TOP OF THE ROCKS

EVERYTIME THE DOOR OPENED
IT WAS A HALO OF DANCING DEVIL
OR A SHADOW
FALLING HARD ON THE FLOOR
I TOLD YOU TO STAY IN CABIN
BY FRIENDS AND FIRE
SO I CAN GO SALVAGE MORE SOULS
WE VANISHED IN SNOW
WE DIGGED IN ICE AND STORM
COLD BODIES WERE DEFECATING
IN THEIR PANTS
ON CHAIRLIFTS
THEY WERE URINATING ON US
AND THE SKY WAS A BIG SLUICE
THEN YOU AND I SCHUSSED
ON THE RUNNING TRUCK
OF A WILD PIST
TO RUSH TO THE GATE.
IT IS THE GATE NO.70 NOW
WHERE I AM STANDING
WITH NO LIFTS OR TRUCKS
BUT A TRAIL TO SLIDE FURTHER.

I JUST WANT TO SMELL
SOME MORE SUNSETS
APRES SKI

II

HUNTER HOURS

AT THE GATE NO.70

I RECALL GOING OUT

WITH HUNTERS

THEY LEFT ME WITH CLOUDS

AND CAMPFIRE

THEN RUSHED TOWARDS BLOOD

I WAS READING MY LINES AND POINTS

FOR THE VALLEY OF FOG

WHEN I SMELLED DANCING SHADOWS.

WHERE THEY RUNNING AWAY

OR COMING FORTH

FOR FIRE?

I SAID:

"WHEN MARLON GAVE AWAY

ONE OF HIS HILLS

TO INDIANS

APOLOGETICALLY SAID

FORGIVE ME,IT IS A LITTLE LATE

ONLY TWO HUNDRED YEARS."

IT WAS A LONG DAY

THERE WERE NO SMELL OF GUN POWDER

THERE WERE NOT NEWS

OF HUNTERS RETURNING.

WHEN NIGHT FELL

ON VALLEY

SHADOWS WERE GONE

AND I HEARD

HUNTERS COMING BACK

TO DARKNESS

WE TOOK THE NIGHT WITH US

TO A FOREST CABIN

AND SHARED IT WITH THE CHARCOAL BOY

SITTING THERE

LONELY

III

ALL LIGHT IN RIVER AND ROCKS

LIGHT IS EVERYTHING

THAT BRINGS EVERYTHING

TO LIFE.

I WAS GOING WITH LIGHT

IN THE RIVER ROCKS

AND THE RIVER

AND THE ROCKS

WERE TAKING ME

THEN AN ARM ARRIVED

TO PULL ME OUT OF WATER

TO GIVE BACK

LIGHT TO LIFE.

NOW DANCE WITH ME

AT THE GATE NO.70

WHEN THE KING

TALKS JUNGLE TONGUE:

AQUA BATATA

AQUA BATATA .

OCTOBER 25,2009

WORLD WEATHER FORECAST

collage by: moj book  

THERE IS A SEVERE TSUNAMI
ALL OVER ASIA
AND SUBURB
I MEAN THE REAL ASIA,
THE WHOLE CONTINENT
ON THE MAP
NOT A MISNOMER
BY MEDIA
OR CONFUSED AUTHORS.
THEN A WAVEVIEW
WILL RELIEVE
ALL THE PAINS,
AND THE CALM SEA
IS BLUE.
HAVE A NICE EARTHLY PEACE!
OCT 2009

SO YOUR BODY

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SO YOUR BODY
IN  SPRINGS
OF THE SPRING
IS OUR BODIES.

AND YOUR BODY

...in metal or stone
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AND YOUR BODY
LAYING ON EARTH
IN METAL OR STONE
IS THE BODY
OF EARTH

FROM RED THROAT OF SOHRAB

from red throat of sohrab

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M*U*L*T*I*L*I*N*G*U*A*L
*FROM RED THROAT OF SOHRAB
TO A MIRAGE BEYOND BORDERS
I AM THE FLAG OF WORDS OF DREAMS.
*DE LA GORGE ROUGE DE SOHRAB
AU MIRAGE AUDELA FRONTIERE
JE SUIS LE DRAPEAU DES MOTS DE REVERIE.
*DE GORGANTO ROJA DE SOHRAB
A DES PEJISMO DESPUES FRONTERA
YO SOY LA BANDERA DE PALABRAS DE SUENO
in English/French/Spanish/Farsi
by:FARAMARZ SOLEIMANI

NOCTURN OF ROSES AND NIGHTINGALES

...of roses and nightimgales

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M*U*L*T*I*L*I*N*G*U*A*L


NIGHTLY THE POET NIGHTINGALES ARE BEHEADED
NIGHTLY THE LOVER ROSES ARE BURNED
NOW EVERGREEN AND CAVALIER
SUIT IN CLOACK OF SORROWS
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CANCION DE LA NOCHE DE ROSAS Y RUISENORES:
NOCTURNO LOS RUISENORES POETAS ESTAN DECAPITADOS
NOCTURNO LAS AMANTES ROSAS ESTAN INCENDIENDOS
AHORA SIEMPRE VERDE Y CABALLERO
ESTAN LLEVANDO EL CAPA DE DOLORES.

by: FARAMARZ SOLEIMANI,
IN ENGLISH/PERSIAN/SPANISH
DEC 10,1999

I WANNA TAKE YOU TO MUSEUM IN 2040

thehungersite logo

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I WANNA TAKE YOU TO MUSEUM

IN 2040

TO SHOW YOU A FULL PLATE

OF FOOD

ON A FULL FLEDGED

PURE CRYSTAL TRAY

SITTING WITH AMBER

AND JADE.
I WANNA PRESENT TO YOU
A PLATE

AT HAND TO BE SEEN

IN A CIRCLE

UNDER HEAVY SECURITY
AND LIGHTS.

I WANNA SHOW YOU

HOW 9 BILLION PEOPLE OF PLANET

FARE WELL WITH

FOOD FAIRY FABLES.

I WANNA REMIND YOU

NOT TO WEAR SHORT AND T SHIRT

DON'T KEEP YOUR NECK NAKED

DON'T DINGLE YOUR HANDS

OUT OF WINDOW.

DON'T EVEN SMILE

WITH YOUR PRETTY PEARLY TEETH

JUST CAME OUT OF A

COSMETIC DENTISTRY OFFICE.

THERE ARE PLENTY OF MOUTHS

MOUTHS OPEN WIDE

LIKE EYES OPEN WIDE

MOUTH UNABLE

TO FULLY OPEN
AND RUNNING FEET

AND BEGGING HANDS

STARVING TO DEATH

AND HANGING AROUND.

THEY LIKE FAIR SKIN

AND FAIR FOODS.

THEY LIKE THEIR FAIR SHARE

AND CAN'T WAIT

ANY FURTHER.

THEY WANT TO MAKE HELL

LIKE JEAN NICHOLS ARTHUR RIMBAUD

WHO WENT STRAIGHT TO HELL IN

UNE SAISON EN ENFER:

"GAGNES LA MORT AVEC TOUS TES APPETITS,

ET TON EGOISME

ET TOUS LES PECHES CAPITEAUX."*

I WANNA TAKE YOU

TO MUSEUM

OF DRAUGHT AND STARVATION

WAR AND DEVASTATION.

GET SET BABY!

2040 IS COMING SOON

WE WANT TO CELEBRATE

IN A HOMONGOUS PARTY

WITH FIREWORKS

AND BIG BOILING WATER POTS.

WE WANT TO JUBILATE

JUBILO DE VIVIR

IN OUR CENTENNIAL

OF HUNGER.

HEY,LET'S GET GOING GUYS!

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*"...take death with all your appetites,your egoism and all capital sins"
-from rimbaud's: a season in hell.
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for Rahim on his birthday,and all our friends to:

click to feed free the hungry kids ,on:

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arthur rimbaud
b.oct 20,1854

PABLO NERUDA:NOTHING BUT DEATH

pablo neruda

july 12,1904-september 23,1973

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THIS NOTE IS WRITTEN ON PABLO NERUDA'S POEM:

NOTHING BUT DEATH

ON THE OCCASION OF ANNIVERSARY OF POET'S BIRTH&DEATH.

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IN THE DEEP OF DARKNESS,

NERUDA SPEAKS OF DEATH,

TO INTERNALIZE IT IN A DESPERATE DESERT.

there are cemeteries that are lonely

graves full of bones that do not make a sound

the heart moving through a tunnel

in it darkness,darkness,darkness

like a shipreck we die going into ourselves

as though we lived falling out of the skin into the soul.

DEATH IS THE FEELING WITHIN THE POET.DEATH IS THE BEING WITHIN THE POET.NERUDA WAS BORN WITH DEATH.AS HIS MOTHER DIED SHORTLY AFTER HIS BIRTH.NERUDA LIVED WITH DEATH

AND HE FOLLOWED HIM THROUGH HIS LIFE.IN NERUDA'S MEMOIR,DEATH BECOMES HIM AND CHASING HIM,ESPECIALLY WHEN POET ESCAPES JAIL AND POSSIBLY EXECUTION BY GENERALS AND PASSES THROUGH ANDES RANGE TO REACH ARGENTINA AND FLY TO FREEDOM IN PARIS.

and there are corpses

feet made of cold and sticky clay

death is inside the bones

like a barking where there are no dogs

coming out from bells somewhere ,from graves somewhere

growing in the damp air like tears of rain.

sometimes I see alone

coffins under sail

embarking with the pale dead,with women that have dead hair

with bakers who are as white as angels

and pensive young girls married to notary publics

caskets sailing up the vertical river of the dead

the river of dark purple

moving upstream with sails filled out by the sound of death

filled by the sound of death which is silence.

NERUDA HERE ARRIVES FROM NOTHINGNESS AND VOID IN A HUMANLESS SUIT AND FOOTLESS SHOES TO TELL US THAT LONELINESS AND SILENCE IS DEATH.

AND THAT DEATH IS ALIVE.AND LIVING IN NOTHINGNESS AND VOID.

THE INFINITY OF VOID.IT COMES TO THE HOUSE OF FLOWERS IN MADRID,TO HEIGHTS OF MACHU PICHU IN PERU WITH MAYANS.IT ALSO COMES TO SANTIGO OF PABLO NERUDA

WHEN HIS COFFIN IS FOLLOWED BY SILENT PEOPLE'S SOUND AND SONG...

death arrives among all that sound

like a shoe with no foot in it

like a suit with no man in it

comes and knocks,using a ring with no stone in it,with no finger in it

comes and shouts with no mouth,with no tongue,with no throat.

nevertheless its steps can be heard

and its clothing makes a hushed sound,like a tree.

NERUDA IS SUPPORTING AND PROTECTING HIMSELF BY BEAUTY,IN VAIN.SONGS AND FLOWERS WILL NOT HELP.DEATH ARRIVES AND GOES THROUGH THE WORLD.

I am not sure ,I understand only a little,I can hardly see

but it seems to me that its singing has the color of damp violets

of violets that are at home in the earth

because the face of death is green

and the look death gives is green

with the penetrating dampness of a violet leaf

and somber color of embittered winter.

but death also goes through the world dressed as broom

lapping the floor,looking for dead bodies

death is inside the broom

the broom is the tongue of death looking for corpses

it is the needle of death looking for thread.

DEATH FOR NERUDA IS MOVING EVEN UPSTREAM.HE CALLS IT SAILING,AND HE MEANS AGAINST THE CURRENT,TAKING BODIES AND CORPSES WITH IT.AS IN ANY REBEL AND RESISTANCE.

death is inside the folding cots:

it spends its life sleeping on the slow matresses

in the back blankets,and suddenly breathes out:

it blows out a mornful sound that swells the sheets

and the beds go sailing toward a port

where death is waiting,dressed like an admiral.

SO DEATH DISGUISED AS A PORT OR HAVEN STILL IS WAITING TO GET ITS VICTIM,NO MATTER WHO HE IS OR WHERE HE GOES.

NERUDA'S DRAWING OF DEATH AS DESTINY IS SIMILAR TO THE PATTERNS AND LINES IN CLSSICAL PERSIAN LITERATURE AND POETRY,ALSO SEEN IN INGMAR BERGMAN'S SEVENTH SEAL.

IT IS AN OLD NEW STORY EXPRESSED MASTERFULLY THROUGH NERUDA'S TONGUE AND THROAT.IT IS A STORY OF SELF AND ALL OTHERS.

see also: faramarzsoleimani.com/pablo neruda, poet of ordinary people

written and posted FOR 7/12 ON pablo neruda's birthday

ALLEAFALL

IF FALL

IS FAMOUS

FOR FABULOUS LEAF

WHY LEAF

OF FALL

FALLS

IN FALL?

WHY

ALLEAFALL?

on autumnal equinox=e'etedal e kharifi/libra or mizan
to continue with celebration of nature in

DR WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS,PHYSICIAN AND POET

Dr.Williams and Ezra Pound

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WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS b.SEP 17 ,1883,RUTHERFORD,N.J.,d.MARCH 4,1963,RUTHERFORD,N.J.

WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS,PHYSICIAN AND POET WAS ALWAYS BUSY WITH HIS PATIENTS ,POETRY AND PROSE.HIS COLLECTED POEMS IN 2 VOLUMES,AND HIS SELECTED POEMS SHOW THIS.HE ALSO PUBLISHED "IN THE AMERICAN GRAIN"ON AMERICANS CHARACTERS.

HE WAS BORN IN RUTHERFORD,NOW MORE FAMOUS FOR GIANTS STADIUM,WHERE NEW YORK FOOTBALL TEAMS GIANTS AND JETS PLAY.HE PRACTICED AS PEDIATRICIAN IN RUTHERFORD AND HE PASSED AWAY THERE.

"THE FIRST THING ONE NOTICES ABOUT WILLIAMS' POETRY IS HOW RADICALLY SENSATIONAL AND PERCEPTIONAL IT IS: "SAY IT!NO IDEAS BUT IN THINGS",AS RANDALL JARRELL REMINDING US IN AN INTRODUCTION TO HIS SELECTED POEMS.

"ONE MIGHT HAVE THOUGHT OF SIGHT,BUT WHO COULD THINK OF WHAT IT SEES,FOR ALL THE ILL IT SEES."

WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS IN THESE LINES AND OTHER POEMS ,AND HIS DIRECT IMPRESSION OF LIFE AND THE WORLD SEARCHED THROUGH POETRY OF HIS FRIEND AND MENTOR,EZRA POUND, AND LEFT HIS HERITAGE FOR YOUNGER POETS,AND ESPECIALLY ALLEN GINSBURG AND BEAT MOVEMENT.

"A HEAVENLY MAN YOU SEEM TO ME NOW

NEVER HAVING BEEN FOR ME A SAINTLY ONE."

ONCE ONE ASKED DR.WILLIAMS THAT WITH HIS BUSY MEDICAL PRACTICE,WHEN HE FINDS TIME TO WRITE.HE ANSWERED BETWEEN SEEING THE PATIENTS.

IT SOUNDS SO FAMILIAR!

THIS IS THE TIME TO CELEBRATE WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS BIRTHDAY

BY READING HIS OUEVRES

F.S..

POETRY OF PROTEST

UPDATE:10/23/2009

ANTHOLOGY OF
PROTEST POETRY
IN FARSI/ENGLISH/ITALIAN/SPANISH
BY: mahmag.org
EDITOR OF FARSI:
MAHNAZ BADIHIAN AND AZADEH DAVACHI
email address:
publisher@mahmag.org

O SILENT SARAJEVO !

a critic,a cellist and a cyclist in bloody sarajevo...faramarzsoleimani.com sarejevo, how many times you are dragged to mass graves on the hills or at riversides and returned with your body hit by hatred and soacked in blood ?
o silent sarajevo !


I FOUND BONS MOTS,
WELL SAID
SPARE SOMETHING FOR NOTHING.
"BE KIND
TO HUMANKIND"
ON THIS DAY AND AGE.
IN CONCENTRATION CAMPS,
BOSNIA IS CLEANSED
OF BOSNIAN
AND SERBIAN
AND CROATIAN.




THEY'RE ALL GONE!
LAST TIME IN THERE
MANKIND DEVOURED MANKIND
THIS WAS 500 YEARS BACK
THAT YOUR FATHER KILLED MY FATHER.
NOW IT IS NOT EVEN 15 YEARS
THAT YOUR FATHER KILLED MY FATHER,
AND MOTHER AND CHILDREN



AND CATS AND DOGS
SINCE MASS MURDES AND MASS GRAVES
OF TRIBORO BOSNIA.
THEY ARE NOT THERE
BUT THERE.
IT FELL APART MORE THAN ONCE.
IT IS FALLING APART NOW
TO A NASTY SQUABBLE ONCE MORE.
I DON'T WANNA SEE THOSE FOTOS AGAIN



I DON'T WANNA LISTEN TO



BRAVE CHELLIST



I DON'T WANNA PEE



ON SOLDIERS PICTURES
MAD MEN ARE AT LARGE
OR IN THE HAGUE



OR LEFT ALL THE HATRED



AND LEFT THE WORLD.



LET'S BE KIND



TO HUMANKIND
O SILENT SARAJEVO !
from: faramarz soleimani's poem,
o silent sarajevo (1991-1995)
in english and farsi,
under print.

EPIC OF FEDERICO GARCIA LORCA,in Farsi/Spanish/English

federico garcia lorca's lament for ignacio sanchez mejias,cover
tr.&introduction: f.soleimani.drawing: n.ovissi
nashr rowzan,n.j.,1379/2000,trilingual edition.




IN A THEATRE OF HATRED
YOU WERE TAKEN TO THE HILLS
FOR PASSEO
IN OLIVE GARDEN.
A SHOT BROKE OUT
AT FUENTES GRANDE
WHERE YOU WERE GROUNDED
WITH YOUR WORDS
BLEEDING,
STILL.
SEVILLE WAS BLEEDING
GRENADA WAS BLEEDING
GUERNICA WAS BLEEDING
WITH ALL SPAIN
ON HEART.
AND YOU SAID:
"...THEN I REALIZED I HAD BEEN MURDERED.
THEY LOOKED FOR ME IN CAFES
CEMETERIES AND CHURCHES
BUT THEY DID NOT FIND ME.
THEY NEVER FOUND ME.
NO,THEY NEVER FOUND ME"
from: LLANTO POR F.G.L.,by: FARAMARZ SOLEIMANI
*
*EPIC OF FEDERICO GARCIA LORCA,POET AND PLAYWRIGHT OF SPAIN
b.JUNE 5,1898
                      d.AUGUST 19,1936
FEDERICO GARCIA LORCA'S WORKS IN POETRY INCLUDE:
~LIBRE DE POEMAS,1921
~ODA A SALVADOR DALI,1926
~CANCIONES/CANCION DE JINETE,1927
~ROMANCERO GITANO,1928
~POEMAS DEL CANTE JONDO,1931
~POETA EN NUEVO YORK,1940.WRITTEN 1930
~LLANTO POR IGNACIO SANCHEZ MEJIAS,1935
~SEIS POEMAS GALLEGOS,1935
~DIVAN TAMARIT,1936
~SONETOS DEL AMOR OSCURO,1936
PRIMERAS CANCIONES,1936
~SELECTED POEMS
~COLLECTED POEMS
LORCA'S THEATRE:
VARIOUS WORKS,INCLUDING HIS TRILOGY,
~BLOOD WEDDING,1932
~YERMA,1934
~THE HOUSE OF BERNARDA ALBA,1936
LORCA WAS EXECUTED IN GRENADA,BETWEEN VIZNAR  AND ALFAKAR, IN AN OLIVE GROVE,AUGUST 19,1936.
THIS LIST IS FROM SOLEIMANI'S TRILINGUAL EDITION OF LAMENT FOR IGNACIO SANCHEZ MEJIAS,ROWZAN,N.J.1379/2000,P.118,UPDATED 8/19/2009. I FIRST TRANSLATED LORCA'S MASTERPIECE FOR IRAN HONAR LITERARY JOURNAL IN 1359/1980 THROUGH ENGLISH TRANSLATION OF STEPHEN SPENDER.THIS NEW TRANSLATION IS BASED ON LORCA'S ORIGINAL TEXT IN HIS OBRAS COMPLETAS.
AT FIVE IN THE AFTERNOON.
IT WAS EXACTLY FIVE IN THE AFTERNOON.
A BOY BROUGHT THE WHITE SHEET
AT FIVE IN THE AFTERNOON.
A FRAIL OF LIME READY PREPARED
AT FIVE IN THE AFTERNOON.
THE REST WAS DEATH AND DEARH ALONE
AT FIVE IN THE AFTERNOON...
در ساعت پنج عصر
مرگ در زخم تخم گذارد
در ساعت پنج عصر
در ساعت پنج عصر
درست در ساعت پنج عصر بود
فدریکو گارسیا لورکا / فرامرز سلیمانی
مرثیه برای ایگناسیو سانچز مخیاس
روزن، نوجرزی، ١٣٧٩/٢٠٠٠
...

LEAVE ME !

BORNA TRILOGY - 3

...AND SOLITUDE OF SILENCE DRAGGED ME TO SOLITUDE IN SILENCE AND THE TIME,WHO IS ALWAYS PRESENT.THE TIME TO BRING SPACE TO THE TIME,TO TAKE SPACE FROME THE TIME,TO OMEGA OF MELANCHOLIA,AT 'THE TIME OF BORNAI' AND THIS WAS THE TITLE OF MY FINAL BOOK IN 'BORNA TRILOGY' ALTHOUGH IMAGES IN WORDS STILL WITH ME IN A LONG SOMBER JOURNEY OF WAILS AND WAVES...

*OMEGA OF DEATH*

AND THE GREEN NIGHTS PASS
AS THE TIME OF NAKEDNESS EXTENDED
AT THE TIME OF TIME
WHEN THE TIME WAS CONSTANTLY PERSUING YOU
AND THE GREEN TIMES
PASS THROUGH GRASS.

THAT SUMMER
I WAS STARING
AT THE TIME
BUT THE TIME
WAS REACHING ME
EMPTY OF GAZE
MAY BE
EMPTY
ONLY
AT THE TIME OF DEATH DEPARTURE.

-DR.FARAMARZ SOLEIMANI
POSTED FOR 42ND B-D OF BORNA
HERE SEEN WITH HIS DAUGHTER : AVA

BORNA TRILOGY - 2

...SO I WAS LEFT LONELY AND RETURNED TO FIND A REFUGE IN THE HOUSE OF POETRY.
FOR THIS HAS BEEN MY HABITAT AT THE TIME OF HARDSHIP.
THEN " THE GUEST OF OUR GOOD EARTH " WAS PENNED IN SOLITUDE OF SILENCE,OF THAT BOOK THE POEM 'FOURTIETH '( CHELLEH GUI )APPEARS ON THIS PAGE.

* FORTIETH *

FATHER IS OLD SOUL AND THE YOUTHFUL IS YOU
ALL MUSCLES AND MASCULINE IS YOU
- FERDOSI

1.TONIGHT I ONLY COUNT METEORS WITH YOU
FOLLOWING THE COUNT OF
FORTY RESTLESS NIGHTS
WITHOUT AN END.

2.AND WITH YOU I GAZE AT
THE MOON AND CONSTELLATIONS
WHO ARE PLAYING ANXIOUSLY AGAIN
AND THE SUN SILENTLY
SITTING IDLE
IN FORTIETH.

3. TONIGHT I OBSERVE
QUIET BLUE STARS
IN THE RED NEBULAR OF YOUTH
TONIGHT I GO AROUND
THE WORLD IN SOLITUDE
WITH YOU I AM TAHAMTAN
I AM ROSTAM AND FARAMARZ
WITH YOU.

NO! THIS TORN CALENDAR
WON'T DARE TO PAGE
IN THE WIND.
AND WE REMAIN GUESTS OF
OUR GOOD EARTH.

DR.FARAMARZ SOLEIMANI

BORNA TRILOGY-1

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1.THE BECOMING OF BORNA
2.THE GUEST OF OUR GOOD EARTH
3.THE TIME OF BORNAI
I WROTE THESE THREE BOOKS OF POETRY IN NEW YORK CITY,TORONTO OF CANADA AND WASHINGTON,D.C. FOR MY SON AND GOOD FRIEND :DR,BORNA MEISAMI FARD WHO WAS BORN IN TEHRAN ON MAY 28,1967/7 KHORDAD 1346,AND PASSED AWAY IN NEW YORK CITY ON JULY 1,2007/
10 TIR 1386.THEN I LEFT THEM FOR HIM AND CAME BACK LONELY...

*THE BECOMING OF BORNA*

RISES WITH A LOUD VOICE
ON LOVING ARMS OF THE MOON
AND THE MOON
ESCAPES IN ANGST
WITH BLOWN TRESSES

WITH A LOUD VOICE
THE BEGINNING OF THAT AHURAI SONG
RISES TO
BECOMING AGAIN

HAND
IN FALLEN AND BLOWN TRESSES
OF THE MOON
CLEAR AS A WAIL
TO LEND HIS LOVING HEART
FOR A MOMENT
GOING WITH A LOUD VOICE
-SILENT-
SINGING WITH BABA TAHER:
WAKE UP AS LOVERS DO NOT SO SLEEP

DR.FARAMARZ SOLEIMANI