Poem
Ali Abdolrezaei
Banished
On this side of the world even if you had a living son
it would be a son on this side of the world
who went in the direction of the water that you spilt
behind the tears
Never mind!
Pointlessly, you walk across my mind
If you were here
you would no longer be the one over there
you would be like me over here
If I returned
I would no longer be the one over here
I would be like you over there
I no longer laugh
nor even go off
I only exercise my own loneliness
like now that I feel fine
and I imagine I am imaginatively alone Never mind!
On that side of the world even if I had a living mother
it would be a mother on that side of the world
© Translation: 2009, Abol Froushan
Publisher: POETRYMAG, Paris, 2009
Publisher: POETRYMAG, Paris, 2009
BANISHED
© 2009, Ali Abdolrezaei
Publisher: POETRYMAG, Paris
Publisher: POETRYMAG, Paris
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Banished
On this side of the world even if you had a living son
it would be a son on this side of the world
who went in the direction of the water that you spilt
behind the tears
Never mind!
Pointlessly, you walk across my mind
If you were here
you would no longer be the one over there
you would be like me over here
If I returned
I would no longer be the one over here
I would be like you over there
I no longer laugh
nor even go off
I only exercise my own loneliness
like now that I feel fine
and I imagine I am imaginatively alone Never mind!
On that side of the world even if I had a living mother
it would be a mother on that side of the world
© 2009, Abol Froushan
Publisher: 2009, POETRYMAG, Paris
Publisher: 2009, POETRYMAG, Paris
Banished
On this side of the world even if you had a living son
it would be a son on this side of the world
who went in the direction of the water that you spilt
behind the tears
Never mind!
Pointlessly, you walk across my mind
If you were here
you would no longer be the one over there
you would be like me over here
If I returned
I would no longer be the one over here
I would be like you over there
I no longer laugh
nor even go off
I only exercise my own loneliness
like now that I feel fine
and I imagine I am imaginatively alone Never mind!
On that side of the world even if I had a living mother
it would be a mother on that side of the world
© 2009, Abol Froushan
Publisher: 2009, POETRYMAG, Paris
Publisher: 2009, POETRYMAG, Paris
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