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Abol Froushan
Finally
What will I finally befor you?
What will you finally be
for this yoyo heart up all night bubbling cauldron of mine that
wants to know before
the cows come home and
Saturdays are dedicated to you
or wanderdays when
far below the clouds of Serpentine
a lonely figure sits by the swan lake to be a him
to her?
It’s her lure
that oscillates in him
sitting by the hymn of swans
. . . and the water that reflects the bow-tie
unwed net veils flailing
below the weathercock
the floating paper plates,
flapping tissues . . .
sparrow smiles at heart butterflies
wonder clouds funnel up the funerals
flying hearses like black swans
Wingspans that fade in the span of wind . . .
what
the blue playing field of cottonwool clouds
will I finally be
for you?
© Translation: 2010, Abol Froushan
Publisher: Poetry Mag, Paris, 2010
Publisher: Poetry Mag, Paris, 2010
FINALLY
© 2010, Abol Froushan
Publisher: Poetry Mag, Paris
Publisher: Poetry Mag, Paris
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FINALLY
Finally
What will I finally befor you?
What will you finally be
for this yoyo heart up all night bubbling cauldron of mine that
wants to know before
the cows come home and
Saturdays are dedicated to you
or wanderdays when
far below the clouds of Serpentine
a lonely figure sits by the swan lake to be a him
to her?
It’s her lure
that oscillates in him
sitting by the hymn of swans
. . . and the water that reflects the bow-tie
unwed net veils flailing
below the weathercock
the floating paper plates,
flapping tissues . . .
sparrow smiles at heart butterflies
wonder clouds funnel up the funerals
flying hearses like black swans
Wingspans that fade in the span of wind . . .
what
the blue playing field of cottonwool clouds
will I finally be
for you?
© 2010, Abol Froushan
Publisher: 2010, Poetry Mag, Paris
Publisher: 2010, Poetry Mag, Paris
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