This morning, a cardinal
lands on my back fence,
opens its beak.
Nothing.
Even the birds
save their songs
for weather worth singing about.
The papi store thermometer
......
Chess like City, Tehran
A Poem by Rosa Jamali
Translated from original Persian into English by the Author
This is the city that has fallen asleep in my blood vessels
Nested in my brain like an obscure network
Or it has spared some parts of my brain cells into the wind
In the morning things were unprecedented
Just a watchdog that was afraid of margins of the yard
......
This morning, a cardinal
lands on my back fence,
opens its beak.
Nothing.
Even the birds
save their songs
for weather worth singing about.
The papi store thermometer
......
Chess like City, Tehran
A Poem by Rosa Jamali
Translated from original Persian into English by the Author
This is the city that has fallen asleep in my blood vessels
Nested in my brain like an obscure network
Or it has spared some parts of my brain cells into the wind
In the morning things were unprecedented
Just a watchdog that was afraid of margins of the yard
......