Massoud Abolfathi Poems

The wind she curves

it is the road which it curves
it did curve in her eyes
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solitude unto solitude
in the diagonal becoming not yet of the lines of unfamiliar
in the gazing density of the labyrinthine points
the unique imagination of crossing sea and earth
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The chocking of the throat
Noised the seeds of cold
Winter steams quickly
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Ensan, the one who forgets

It is only a door, a step forward that we get lost
It is only a step away that we lose it all
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The Moment

To Tara, the beauty of all time whose poetry lives forever
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The tunnel of the air
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He said 'soi soi-distance'1
he said of 'soi'
of the self selfing
of the self shelfing
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The way they move
It is a moving thing of a move
it moves in its own moving
on its own owned to move
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Then he left the scene
of the self
manged to carry
the point of no return.
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home here tomorrow
road it to unknown
the journey of no intention
full of it, full to grow, full to fill
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