Poem
Ali Abdolrezaei
Circle
You are reading a poem called ‘Circle’Hold it there
Hands off the library
Arm around the windows and the doors
Bedding into the sofa
Now you may read a poem by Ali Abdolrezaei
Please open the book
You see?
You are reading a poem called ‘Circle’
So hold it there
Take your hands off the library
Kick the door out of the house
Tumble down the stairs
In the new park or the old one behind the Town Hall
On the same bench that sent my father door to door and
stopped my mother Sit down
Tell them off those children playing ball
Now you may read a poem by Ali Abdolrezaei
Please turn the page of this gate whichever way you like
It’s a shame
You are standing at the end of a poem called ‘Circle’
© Translation: 2009, Abol Froushan
Publisher: POETRYMAG, Paris, 2009
Publisher: POETRYMAG, Paris, 2009
CIRCLE
© 2009, Ali Abdolrezaei
Publisher: POETRYMAG, Paris
Publisher: POETRYMAG, Paris
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Circle
You are reading a poem called ‘Circle’Hold it there
Hands off the library
Arm around the windows and the doors
Bedding into the sofa
Now you may read a poem by Ali Abdolrezaei
Please open the book
You see?
You are reading a poem called ‘Circle’
So hold it there
Take your hands off the library
Kick the door out of the house
Tumble down the stairs
In the new park or the old one behind the Town Hall
On the same bench that sent my father door to door and
stopped my mother Sit down
Tell them off those children playing ball
Now you may read a poem by Ali Abdolrezaei
Please turn the page of this gate whichever way you like
It’s a shame
You are standing at the end of a poem called ‘Circle’
© 2009, Abol Froushan
Publisher: 2009, POETRYMAG, Paris
Publisher: 2009, POETRYMAG, Paris
Circle
You are reading a poem called ‘Circle’Hold it there
Hands off the library
Arm around the windows and the doors
Bedding into the sofa
Now you may read a poem by Ali Abdolrezaei
Please open the book
You see?
You are reading a poem called ‘Circle’
So hold it there
Take your hands off the library
Kick the door out of the house
Tumble down the stairs
In the new park or the old one behind the Town Hall
On the same bench that sent my father door to door and
stopped my mother Sit down
Tell them off those children playing ball
Now you may read a poem by Ali Abdolrezaei
Please turn the page of this gate whichever way you like
It’s a shame
You are standing at the end of a poem called ‘Circle’
© 2009, Abol Froushan
Publisher: 2009, POETRYMAG, Paris
Publisher: 2009, POETRYMAG, Paris
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