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GOD\'S SMALL BEINGS (14)

Woman
             says goodbye to her bed
gently
beginning the daily tragedy
man
             deforms body
                     tangled in linen
                                                   and yawns
                                                                        his befuddled gratitude
                                                                                                            crying out.
                                                        * * *
Between rise and fall
                              were only a few minutes.

© Translation: 2008, Sam Vaseghi

GOD\'S SMALL BEINGS (14)

© 1996, Robab Moheb
From: ânâme kuchàke xodâ
Publisher: Libris, Teheran

Robab Moheb

Robab Moheb

(Iran (Islamic Republic of), 1953)

“To be or not to be, there is no difference. But being without a ‘vision’ is what I could not accept.” – Robab Moheb

Robab Moheb is one of the most respected living Iranian poets. In her impressive poetical journey through seven collections, she represents poetry as an essential element of life. Robab Moheb was born in southeast Iran near the border with Iraq. After finishing secondary school, ...

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GOD\'S SMALL BEINGS (14)

Woman
             says goodbye to her bed
gently
beginning the daily tragedy
man
             deforms body
                     tangled in linen
                                                   and yawns
                                                                        his befuddled gratitude
                                                                                                            crying out.
                                                        * * *
Between rise and fall
                              were only a few minutes.

© 2008, Sam Vaseghi
From: ânâme kuchàke xodâ

GOD\'S SMALL BEINGS (14)

Woman
             says goodbye to her bed
gently
beginning the daily tragedy
man
             deforms body
                     tangled in linen
                                                   and yawns
                                                                        his befuddled gratitude
                                                                                                            crying out.
                                                        * * *
Between rise and fall
                              were only a few minutes.

© 2008, Sam Vaseghi

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