Forough Farrokhzad

(5 January 1935 - 14 February 1967 / Tehran)

Gift - Poem by Forough Farrokhzad

I speak out of the deep of night
out of the deep of darkness
and out of the deep of night I speak.

If you come to my house, friend
bring me a lamp and a window I can look through
at the crowd in the happy alley.


Comments about Gift by Forough Farrokhzad

  • Rookie Astrid Obeid (7/30/2013 8:00:00 PM)

    from even the most beautiful land, Iran, darkness still resides. From the moment I heard the recitation of this poetry, i was curious to learn more, thanks to the Kiarostami film, The Wind Will Carry Us. (Report) Reply

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  • Silver Star - 3,784 Points Wahab Abdul (5/21/2013 12:39:00 AM)

    wonderful poetry, nothing to explain, it is as simple as water, still very capturing.. love it.. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 145 Points Nimal Dunuhinga (10/9/2010 9:51:00 PM)

    You have the knack and the gift!
    And open your window the faraway light comes to you! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 20 Points Yoonoos Peerbocus (10/9/2010 11:28:00 AM)

    [bring me a lamp and a window]----very creative/much said in few (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 9, 2010

Poem Edited: Thursday, December 29, 2011


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