S*A*R*I -18/SCENES OF SARI

NEVER SEEN IN BLACK AND WHITE
ALWAYS BEEN A RAINBOW

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.

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.

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

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...

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.

S*A*R*I -12/SARIANEH for HASSAN HONARMANDI

1
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
2
...

S*A*R*I -11/SARIVILLEE

It is the forever night of the sea
yown of wave woven stories
in the forever night of the sea.

Your eyes have been lost
at the end of the rains
of my town

S*A*R*I -10 / ALIVAK

*ALIVAK:SARISPRING
The fountain spring
lost in childhood
still running
in hidden places of
her body.
Tough with rocks
free with grass
she drank from the earth
and never dried up
that sad dew
not standing still
by the rocks
or their abscence
she opened furrows
to the last fields.
The fountain spring
lost
in
childhood
did not give into wave's talons
but grew
in the sea.

S*A*R*I -9

Of the wind and The River of Tajan
of cloud in shape of flower
at the Sea of Khazar
or Caspian,
as you will.
Of the roosters of the north
or roses
and nightingales,
there is a humblegreen town
of voices and love
carrying our soul and flesh
to the oceans and skies
or rainbow
and constellations.

Where is that velvety voice
calling you to sunrise roads
and sunset valleys
of Alborz
sitting at the sea?

S*A*R*I -8 / SARI IN VERNAL EQUINOX

We made beautiful of
the statue of love
in arabesque design
of your star and mirage
who in our self containment
stayed on the ways
for farrasangs
and sang equal
of the nights
and the days
in Noruz.
And spring
while we made beautiful
the statue
of long lost love.

NORUZ 1383

S*A*R*I -7 / SARI IN SOLSTICE

We cried harder and harder
than your spring
in a discourse
with all dying
rocky bed
rivers.
We stood up
in silence
bitterly hugging
your sun
so ashes and dust
serened the sun.
And
we sang
sadder and sadder
than the shade
your spring
of now unknown names and places
in an ever solstice.
We ended discoursely
in a strange silence.

S*A*R*I -6

Beauty is straw roofs and windstorm.
Beauty is mud and clay walls
before eartquakes.
By the time you are arriving in town
beauty is your
bare feet
besides your wounded chest with
bunch of smiles in holding,
born in wild violets
bringing the spring on to
Bazaar of Nargessieh.

for KHADIJEH GOLCHEHREH

S*A*R*I -5

It is a white white day
in green tails of whites
that mingles with a rainbow
and shadows
to name you
in the name of the day.
There is no night but
night of roses and nightingales

S*A*R*I -4

"ALBORZ and ALP in one world"
or just one word.
Cruising the azure horizon
in playful waves of friendly sea
restraining backyard ivies
roaring dots and lines
in the language of lightning
when we are climing with you
who are eagerly flying with us
and graduate gradually
in grades with Darwin
into valuable varieties.
If you come to green roads of Shomal
we will share our dreams
with you.

S*A*R*I -3

Sun is biting all the violets
And spring walking around with green gardener
Raining love on hedges of wildberries
In a time of forgotten path of sparrows

S*A*R*I -2

Scent of spring
in oranges,
a text of white,yellow
and pollens
ringling in streets
and alleys
in childhood town.
A vagabond
of the world.

S*A*R*I -1

Your mermaids are swimming
in streets of the night
with free fish
of forest farms.
You sense joie de vivre
of farmers,
rice-fielders
cotton-pickers
tea-takers
amirs and kings,
drowned in blossomed oranges,
who are flying to sing the spring.
If you come to our jubilation
come on only with love.
Come to green roads of Shomal
where we will share our dreams with you.
Come in Saraband dance
Come to SARI !