Poem
Maryam Hooleh
FOR MY HOOMAN
It’s the bombing of beauty
Knife
Blue eyes
And a balloon as small as the 21st century
Blue eyes
And a balloon as small as the 21st century
It’s the bombing of beauty
I
and I
and I
and people’s shadows
and I
and I
and people’s shadows
It’s the bombing of beauty
Robin Hood and Jesus don’t have time to pay the pocket of an animal that is dying, a visit
It’s the bombing of beauty
It’s this hatch that's the most whorelike giver of hope
The most whorelike purveyor of hope
who keeps dispensing kisses
keeps opening up
growing worms
© Translation: 2013, Abol Froushan
Hooman is the name of the poet’s husband
براي هومنم
براي هومنم
بمباران زيبايي ست
چاقو
چشم آبي
و بادکنکي به کوچکي قرن بيست و يکم
بمباران زيبايي ست
من
و من
و من
و سايه ي آدم ها
بمباران زيبايي ست
داش آکل و مسيح وقت ندارند به جيب جانوري که جان مي کند
سري بزنند
بمباران زيبايي ست
اين دريچه است که روسپي ترين اميد دهنده است
روسپي ترين آرزو دهنده اي
که ماچ مي دهد مدام
باز مي شود مدام
کرم مي زند
© 2000, Maryam Hooleh
From: Cursed Booth
Publisher: Baran, Sweden
From: Cursed Booth
Publisher: Baran, Sweden
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FOR MY HOOMAN
It’s the bombing of beauty
Knife
Blue eyes
And a balloon as small as the 21st century
Blue eyes
And a balloon as small as the 21st century
It’s the bombing of beauty
I
and I
and I
and people’s shadows
and I
and I
and people’s shadows
It’s the bombing of beauty
Robin Hood and Jesus don’t have time to pay the pocket of an animal that is dying, a visit
It’s the bombing of beauty
It’s this hatch that's the most whorelike giver of hope
The most whorelike purveyor of hope
who keeps dispensing kisses
keeps opening up
growing worms
© 2013, Abol Froushan
From: Cursed Booth
From: Cursed Booth
FOR MY HOOMAN
It’s the bombing of beauty
Knife
Blue eyes
And a balloon as small as the 21st century
Blue eyes
And a balloon as small as the 21st century
It’s the bombing of beauty
I
and I
and I
and people’s shadows
and I
and I
and people’s shadows
It’s the bombing of beauty
Robin Hood and Jesus don’t have time to pay the pocket of an animal that is dying, a visit
It’s the bombing of beauty
It’s this hatch that's the most whorelike giver of hope
The most whorelike purveyor of hope
who keeps dispensing kisses
keeps opening up
growing worms
© 2013, Abol Froushan
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