Treasure Island

Forough Farrokhzad

(5 January 1935 - 14 February 1967 / Tehran)

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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.

Submitted: Saturday, October 09, 2010
Edited: Thursday, December 29, 2011

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  • 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

  • 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

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