Nassy Fesharaki Poems

Iran

Was born and, was raised there
“My mother” I call her
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River roared

I was in West Island, Montreal, in Quebec
Talked to me St. Lawrence
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The three

Rumi’s story of the maid
And the donkey
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I know you

You and I in distance
I know you
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Restoration

Thanks to what has happened
We are not united.
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He wrote

I have walked a long distance
Very long
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A poet is poet

Long ago a poet spoke of an orphan
An apple…
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Genre

From then, when I sat on a seat
Saw myself in mirror, of barber
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Long braids

Long braids in black like my veins head to toe
Your body, is thunder, connecting sea-clouds
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Walk with me

Take some time off clouds in your mind
Look around, see people, and the eyes
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