Nassy Fesharaki

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Of Sara Teasdale - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Of Sara Teasdale

Sara has opened it
a window to window of my heart
she writes on and about:
“The Lighted Window”

She starts:
“He said: …winter dusk…”

Teasdale who
like many of poets and writers and artists
saw the world as nothing to live for, of value

She made me make a cart with bearings
in it I
(as we did in old days of asphalt In Tehran)

Wooden box
two bearings on the rear
a handle and hinge and …

Someone pushed and
I drove as if car…

She took me to marbles and the games
Fingers, Mat
And water in the pipe on corner…

Oh Sara, oh Sara, oh Sara was it you?
Or am I crazy?

Will I too be like you?
(has gone home…”committed suicide.”)

Everything possible
Where is guts?

Topic(s) of this poem: poetic expression

Comments about Of Sara Teasdale by Nassy Fesharaki

  • Shakil Ahmed (12/5/2015 11:22:00 AM)

    nice poetic expressions, thanks for sharing (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 5, 2015

Poem Edited: Saturday, December 5, 2015

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