translation of my persian written poetry e-book named: 'about the pain of being' which published in last summer.
1
The smell of folded evening paper
Has made full the house
From the small hatch
Blows a cold wind
All of my body has frozen
The garden trees from the back of blind window
Rush around
And again confusedly bang into themselves
Put the paper upside down
News of day, night, currency
Read them all upside down
behind the windows
trees still shaking
scaring
and sleeping
....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem