Such a velvet night
Lies in your looking glass
And so gentle, peace of your sight comforts my heart
Such a fresh breeze
Cuddles my shell
When you speak to me
Words dance and and fall off from your pale pearls
They know their way best, to my rivers of red
Such tears and sighs i shed
When you turn away to glimpse the stars
They could wither an oceam away
Then, my big insanity rose
When i let me feel neer a man
a process of correction in mind.. so are the Dreams! ! thank you for sharing the reality! ! ! 10+++! ! !
insanity is the exact sign of mind in process. put great value on your mind. thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Every line of this poem is made of concrete words creating IMAGES, the very stuff of POETRY. You already know this open secret (as we say in English) that images not ideas make a poem. INSANITY is characteristic of your poems in that the imagery can support a variety of meanings, and they will ALL OF THEM have relevance. What I mean is that this poem does not have just one meaning. And THAT is the special wonder of a poem. A prose story has just one meaning, it's just one thing. A poem by Baharak is many things and it invites us to find our necessary meaning which will not exhaust what others will find in it. And so ends my ARS POETICA, with my compliments to you.
Thank you Daniel, once more you excited me with your pure interpretation of my poetry I should say that doing a poetry is the hardest thing for me, every day i read Saadi, Hafiz, Rumi and i feel terrified cause i would not do any poetry even close to them