POEMS OF APRIL:SATANA AND SATAN

dying swan ,sculpture in steel

Satana and Satan
When dancing together
sing with love...
Dying swan
is dying to death.
Death to dying!

POEMS OF APRIL: MADAMA BUTTERFLY

Madama Butterfly
woke up one day
in her bed of candles and cyclamen
openned sunny wings
in penthouse
and flutter
with her weary voice:
O bitter world of
despots and dictators
already in demise and destruction
I love
to live
in love.
.
Then this director
in the middle of audience
stood up
screaming like a director:
No  No  No  No!
This is too romantic
for a contemporary play.
Cut!
But
it was too late
for directors and dictators
to direct
or dictate anymore.
And one could hear
Madama Butterfly
still striving
with  her weary voice
I love
to live
in lasting
love.

POEMS OF APRIL:THIS ONE I READ IT FOR YOU(farsi)

امروز روز دیگری بود

امروز روز

 دیگری بودم

امروز برایت موسیقی کوچک شبانه شدم 

و طول راه را 

با سیم های سیمین گذ شتم

تا دور

 نمی دانم این ها واژه های شعر م   بود 

یا دسته گلی که باغبان به آب لحظه  سپرد  

مایا ها بر پیرامید ها می خواندند

در باغ سبز و خانه یی تنها 

حادثه را ندانستم از کجا آغاز شد در پایان 

این ها چرا در خبر های بامدادی نبود 

خیمه ی خراب شب را بر چیدم

به خواب علف سر زدم 

امروز روز دیگری شدم 

۳ آوریل 11

No day should erase you from the memory of time

-Virgil 

POEMS OF APRIL:PENNANT OF THE SUN

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شکوفه ی گیلاس 

از پشت ابر و بامداد 

ف.س. 

POEMS OF APRIL: SITTING ON LONG BRANCH

SITTING ON LONG BRANCHES
WITH A BIRD ON MY HEAD
WATCHING PEOPLE
WHO COME WATCHING ME
I BLOSSOM THE SPRING
--F.S.

POEMS OF APRIL:ON THE ROAD

ON THE ROAD
LOVE IS SINGING LOUD
Gazing green garden
Splitting her loneliness
With the lonely home
LOVE IS SINGING LOUD
ON THE ROAD

POEMS OF APRIL:OPEN WINDOW

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