Nassy Fesharaki

(Dec 29 / Iran)

Gift of pomegranates


Gift of pomegranates

The North Star is gone
I recall that and stories
“Once upon a time …”

And I can clearly see a
Constellation and stars
The artist’s brush, sky
Canvas and shadow of
Mountains, easel’s legs

Brush of comets, runs,

But they are all gone
I am grown, no goats
The men on the roofs
Cat cradle colors hang
Woolen threads, warp
In no time the greatest
Esfahan’s hand carpets

In my dream I wake up
Rows of pomegranates
Green in full, pink smile
With teeth shiny, bright

These memories, truths
Are for you my teachers
Ezra Pound, Nima Yush

Please forgive if not good
Please forgive if not good
Please forgive if not good

Submitted: Wednesday, January 01, 2014

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