Poem
Abol Froushan
Buckingham
and the treesof Buckingham Palace are sparser than the . . .
The sun in my eyes
brings back seven years
I spent to learn to use
the sun visor
as an eyelash oblique to the eye
Bring it down
to bring on the shade . . .
The trees are sparser than the . . .
I
have learned to
bring the sun visor
to my eye.
And I’ve learnt to push it back
The seven years . . .
Come the seven years of my life
the sun in my eyes . . .
Eyelash visor
visor push back . . .
An angel taught me how to say it:
You spent seven years of your life to learn this Thing:
To put the visor
to the low sun
like an eyelash
Driving into the sunrise
The sun in my life
of seven years
Come back
The trees are sparser than the summer
Big Ben
is more visible through the tree
I am waiting
by the red light!
© Translation: 2010, Abol Froushan
Publisher: Poetry Mag, Paris, 2010
Publisher: Poetry Mag, Paris, 2010
BUCKINGHAM
© 2010, Abol Froushan
Publisher: Poetry Mag, Paris
Publisher: Poetry Mag, Paris
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Buckingham
and the treesof Buckingham Palace are sparser than the . . .
The sun in my eyes
brings back seven years
I spent to learn to use
the sun visor
as an eyelash oblique to the eye
Bring it down
to bring on the shade . . .
The trees are sparser than the . . .
I
have learned to
bring the sun visor
to my eye.
And I’ve learnt to push it back
The seven years . . .
Come the seven years of my life
the sun in my eyes . . .
Eyelash visor
visor push back . . .
An angel taught me how to say it:
You spent seven years of your life to learn this Thing:
To put the visor
to the low sun
like an eyelash
Driving into the sunrise
The sun in my life
of seven years
Come back
The trees are sparser than the summer
Big Ben
is more visible through the tree
I am waiting
by the red light!
© 2010, Abol Froushan
Publisher: 2010, Poetry Mag, Paris
Publisher: 2010, Poetry Mag, Paris
Buckingham
and the treesof Buckingham Palace are sparser than the . . .
The sun in my eyes
brings back seven years
I spent to learn to use
the sun visor
as an eyelash oblique to the eye
Bring it down
to bring on the shade . . .
The trees are sparser than the . . .
I
have learned to
bring the sun visor
to my eye.
And I’ve learnt to push it back
The seven years . . .
Come the seven years of my life
the sun in my eyes . . .
Eyelash visor
visor push back . . .
An angel taught me how to say it:
You spent seven years of your life to learn this Thing:
To put the visor
to the low sun
like an eyelash
Driving into the sunrise
The sun in my life
of seven years
Come back
The trees are sparser than the summer
Big Ben
is more visible through the tree
I am waiting
by the red light!
© 2010, Abol Froushan
Publisher: 2010, Poetry Mag, Paris
Publisher: 2010, Poetry Mag, Paris
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