Maxim Gorky Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Maxim Gorky

I know you with limits
Your mustache is vivid
The Mother we have read
I recall on corner of Nadir
Bookstore on your name
Large it wrote: M. Gorky
I know and dislike you, empathize
Poor Gorky, poor Gorky
Can you be your body and…
Your soul be in me?
No Jose! It can’t be…I’m not you
I know you and hate you
You, right hand to murder
You murdered my Yazik
The Tajik or Farsi, you name it
You went there, helped Eini
Alphabets, Alphabets, Alphabets
You changed them
He was blind, an slave
He sold us…that bastard…your friend
I know you and hate you
No Jose! It can’t be
You your thoughts, be in me?
No Jose! Forget it.
You, right hand of Stalin
I know him…admired he maybe
Not by me as Persian
He broke my back bone
He took my Bokhara
He sold my Samarkand
I hate him, I hate you and Eini
Book burnings in thirties
I know, have studied
Shame on you
No Jose!
You recall what you did with colleagues? Akhmatova, Mayakovski, Esenin

No Jose! Forget it you are you I am me.