NEVER SEEN IN BLACK AND WHITE
ALWAYS BEEN A RAINBOW
Saturday, July 17, 2010
S*A*R*I -17/SINS OF SARI
On a green nature body
growing two sweet buddings
and hills
waving in the wind.
Naked Salome's
sevensome
swimming wrapped
in the veil of lace
and
unwrapped.
growing two sweet buddings
and hills
waving in the wind.
Naked Salome's
sevensome
swimming wrapped
in the veil of lace
and
unwrapped.
S*A*R*I -16/ABANI
In our autumnal sleep
the sea slept
in a siesta
and Caspian.
I registered
to a heavy response.
A hand was beating
in the shape
of a wave
and the sea
sprinkled
her heavy scent
on my skin
forever.
In a faraway shadeland
we slept together
silently
in a bluegreen sleep of
Caspian.
the sea slept
in a siesta
and Caspian.
I registered
to a heavy response.
A hand was beating
in the shape
of a wave
and the sea
sprinkled
her heavy scent
on my skin
forever.
In a faraway shadeland
we slept together
silently
in a bluegreen sleep of
Caspian.
S*A*R*I -15
Caspian Sea
is falling down
the window.
I have seen
Caspian Sea
through waterfall
and Alivak Spring.
A strange song
is heard
on the orange bed
of the morning:
WAKE UP,WAKE UP!
NOW IT IS TIME
WAKE UP!
from:
IN PRAISE OF A LONELY GLASS OF ORANGE JUICE
THE THIRD SONG OF REVERIES-2
ROYA TRILOGY
is falling down
the window.
I have seen
Caspian Sea
through waterfall
and Alivak Spring.
A strange song
is heard
on the orange bed
of the morning:
WAKE UP,WAKE UP!
NOW IT IS TIME
WAKE UP!
from:
IN PRAISE OF A LONELY GLASS OF ORANGE JUICE
THE THIRD SONG OF REVERIES-2
ROYA TRILOGY
S*A*R*I -14/CASPIAN BREEZE
Faraway
no one
is stranger.
Start your voice
in a tall mountain!
with your flute
in tear drops.
Faraway
no one is stranger.
The moon going to stroll
in blue sky
every night.
Faraway
shade of the sun
with fishes of deep voice
in four seasons
of tall Alborz Mountain.
And
Caspian breeze...
no one
is stranger.
Start your voice
in a tall mountain!
with your flute
in tear drops.
Faraway
no one is stranger.
The moon going to stroll
in blue sky
every night.
Faraway
shade of the sun
with fishes of deep voice
in four seasons
of tall Alborz Mountain.
And
Caspian breeze...
SARI -13/SARIANEH for EMAD RAM
*CASPIAN -1
The vast sea
runnig a blue halo
to the velvety bank.
It is turning the mirror into the fog.
To keep his hidden ancestor young
to crystallize his roots,
he became the foothills on clouds
it is tide to the sun in froth.
In his splendid court
its fishes circling free
offering the reflections of the sky
to the depths
and timbermen of seawood
emerge from shade of sunset
to be immersed with smoke and wheat
in a nocturnal silence.
Signet of a tall roof of the north
Caspian
sings in bluegreen solitude.
The vast sea
runnig a blue halo
to the velvety bank.
It is turning the mirror into the fog.
To keep his hidden ancestor young
to crystallize his roots,
he became the foothills on clouds
it is tide to the sun in froth.
In his splendid court
its fishes circling free
offering the reflections of the sky
to the depths
and timbermen of seawood
emerge from shade of sunset
to be immersed with smoke and wheat
in a nocturnal silence.
Signet of a tall roof of the north
Caspian
sings in bluegreen solitude.
S*A*R*I -12/SARIANEH for HASSAN HONARMANDI
Snow is giving white presence to the woods.
My town is lost between maples and violets
now that hidden narcissus is going to springs
it is pouring purity.
Rain and orchard and green.
Muddy willowcart and green.
Green square of Sabzeh Meidan.
Clock tower and green.
Basket of lettuce and vinegar
and green pottery of Noruz
behind a window
closed forever.
THERE IS NO GREEN NIGHT
BUT NIGHT OF ROSES AND NIGHTINGALES
-2002
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