Poem
Mehrdad Fallah
Of this bridge
These bridges are no bridge dearthey bow and
send us from one solitude
to another
Even as time passes and
we grow closer
the air too becomes a wall over here
in these wet streets
a broken sobbing
seeps down the sewers
and I collapse as I arrive
at the intersection of shadows
and my dishevelled voice
does not reach yours
© Translation: 2011, Abol Froushan
Of this bridge
Of this bridge
© 2011, Mehrdad Fallah
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Poems of Mehrdad Fallah
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Of this bridge
These bridges are no bridge dearthey bow and
send us from one solitude
to another
Even as time passes and
we grow closer
the air too becomes a wall over here
in these wet streets
a broken sobbing
seeps down the sewers
and I collapse as I arrive
at the intersection of shadows
and my dishevelled voice
does not reach yours
© 2011, Abol Froushan
Of this bridge
These bridges are no bridge dearthey bow and
send us from one solitude
to another
Even as time passes and
we grow closer
the air too becomes a wall over here
in these wet streets
a broken sobbing
seeps down the sewers
and I collapse as I arrive
at the intersection of shadows
and my dishevelled voice
does not reach yours
© 2011, Abol Froushan
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