Spectacle
Lie on bed uselessly
-face the ceiling
-legs stretched
-feet crossed
-as if punished
-‘Roman style'
Ceiling is white
-is a canvas
-I am an artist
-paint my wish
But eyes are closed
-wearing spectacles
Hands rest on tummy
-on naval button
-holding book, pen
-a mummy, Egyptian
-I laugh:
-"…crazy…dreamer…"
And think:
-"Truly a poet…
-…out of ordinary world…
-…new Sohrab Sepehri…
-…too soft and sweet…
-…strange, confused…"
And I read him
-fighting stagnancy
-caused by
-her poisonous words:
-"It is like sleep…
-…death! "
Did she kill herself?
-"She is not the kind! "
-I mumble…
-remain chained
-by thoughts!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem