Biography of Nassy Fesharaki
Born in a small village surrounded by many mountains I should have become a farmer or a shepherd. Destiny took me out to make me a man of travel and languages, living in Canada with international friends.
Nassy Fesharaki's Works:
The stories of NAJAF (removed from shelves and...)
Nassy Fesharaki Poems
Why I Am Not A Christian
About a decade had passed Bertrand Russell had written Why I Am Not a Christian In 1957
It was more beard than anything else In poetry they converged, varied in age
Beak yellow Spotty the feathers (Gold on black) Tail is short
Time Tick, tick, tick Move and sing hands of clock
Knife And Teeth
Sun had fallen. Plain was covered by the shadow of the heights. Broken stones laid on the rock and cliff-sides and she, all by herself, was caught, mesmerized by fear. She took refuge between the pieces of stones at the skirt of a huge rock. That would be safe, safe, even from the howling hungry wolves that could be heard so early.
Man And Dog
Man and dog I listen and hear Read over and over:
Your eyes I get lost when eyes talk Like a kid in the bus
No regret No regret No sorrow
Green Flag Times and times I have stood watching Water-drop evaporate in the heated pan
For years Years and years and years
My heroes “Call them all Let them come
A Letter To Sister
A letter to sister I lay in Iran My body is whipped by the winds and the dunes
Opposites attract An Afghan nationalist A Jewish formalist
Paris In Paris, they tell me Million is marching
My Monstrous Friend
“My monstrous friend”
Where are my shoes, my backpack and my umbrella?
I must go!
I must go to Salar Uyuni
I must go to Kon and to Pachakamack.
To be, a dead goat in that lake
To be salt, under rake