My Revenge Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

My revenge

All set up, am ready for revenge
-need dad's knife to carry all along
-its blade of steel, handle horn
-master-made in Great Hamedan.

Dad used it to cut wounds and the necks;
-and trees, branches, and weeds, nails
-I use it in same way for an ancient revenge!

Will approach vine tree; cut stick
-that climbs like snake round prey;
-my piece must have some buds.

I will cut lower side very sharp (diagonal)
-then shove it in the soil (on hillside)
-water it, let it grow, give fruit.

Love grapes, both dried and fresh;
-the raisins…in sizes and colours.

Will pile the grape, make mountain;
-fill the pond and walk on to crush,
-extract the blood…pool of wine.
-Of dried I can make my Vodka;
-that I learned from the Zakaria
-teacher of Avicenna…

With them both I will join
-the masters, both Saadi and Hafez
-and invite, King, Khayyam.

Vase and vase; Urn and urn
Jar and jar;
Then goblets with dancers
Under moon with halo and stars
Will do as does breeze with willows
Walk and fall and make love.

Love to be free and border-less
-wear huge sombrero, hold guitar;
-use the wall, if drunk, not to fall!