Izba Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Izba

Not from reading about it
But from walking in it
I want it…want an Izba
Want the full trunks of trees
Want long cylindrical logs
Skinned by my own axe
Lubricated by my bare hands
Set perpendicular in angle
To make me a room, shelter
Each timber lying in its bed
Firm and still; made by me.

I like to call it Izba, not hut
Latter sounds papery, weak
I want Izba in which I will
Live with the polar bears
With the foxes and tigers.

And on the roof will be
For an army of birds…
Homes and leafy houses.

I want my house made of nature
No to metal, plastic and concrete.

Do not warn me at all
I know of Moscow wall
Also many others, in the past
Having been burned because
They were made of wood; and
Concrete is safer…who cares?