Forough Farrokhzad

(5 January 1935 - 14 February 1967 / Tehran)

Forough Farrokhzad Poems

1. Friday* 12/29/2011
2. The Wall 12/29/2011
3. Window 12/29/2011
4. The Gift 12/29/2011
5. Unison 12/29/2011
6. To My Sister 12/29/2011
7. I Will Greet The Sun Again 12/29/2011
8. The Wind Will Take Us Away 12/29/2011
9. Call To Arms 12/29/2011
10. One Day Ali Told His Mom 12/29/2011
11. Green Mirage 12/29/2011
12. I Feel Little Garden’s Pain 12/29/2011
13. Terrestrial Verses 12/29/2011
14. Border Walls 12/29/2011
15. The Wedding Band 12/29/2011
16. Later On 12/29/2011
17. My Beloved 12/29/2011
18. Age Seven 12/29/2011
19. Conquest Of The Garden 12/29/2011
20. Only The Sound Will Last 12/29/2011
21. The Captive [ Asir ] 12/29/2011
22. Love Song 12/29/2011
23. Rebirth 12/29/2011
24. The Sin [gonah] 12/29/2011
25. Someone Who Is Like No One 12/29/2011
26. The Wind-Up Doll 12/29/2011
27. The Bird Was Just A Bird 12/29/2011
28. The Wave 12/29/2011
29. The Bird May Die... 12/29/2011
30. Gift 10/9/2010
31. It Is Only Sound That Remains 12/29/2011
32. Another Birth 12/29/2011

Comments about Forough Farrokhzad

  • Mary 12345 (4/12/2018 4:45:00 PM)

    I did a google search using the first line of the poem and found this:
    https: //www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-will-greet-the-sun-again/
    https: //paulweinfieldtranslations.wordpress.com/2014/12/15/forough-farrokhzad-i-will-greet-the-sun-again/

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  • Hami Anssari (12/3/2017 11:23:00 AM)

    I love her poets, but i do like to find them online! !

Best Poem of Forough Farrokhzad

Another Birth

A dark and chanted verse is what I am
Forever bearing you
In myself imbued with you
Forth to the morning of eternal burgeonings and blooms
Oh yes I drew you through this verse oh breath
Oh yes I drew you through
This verse and crafted you
To seas to trees to fire I grafted you.

Life may be
A street crossed by a woman with a basket every day
Life may be
Rope for a man who hangs himself from a branch.
Life may be a child coming home from school.
Life may be a cigarette lighting
Up in the narcotic pause between lovemaking and love made
Or the dazed...

Read the full of Another Birth

Friday*

My silent Friday,
My deserted Friday,
My Friday: sad, like dusty-
forsaken lanes.

My Friday,
The cold day of ailing, idle thoughts;
The moist day of endless, cruel bore,
My Friday, loaded with grief,

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