Summer Camping In Khorjin Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Summer Camping In Khorjin



An ant on a leaf, fallen on running current, I shout Rumi’s words: “Water has taken the world! ”
Lost I am in history, between cultures and words.
Crazy and moaning, I laugh. Karo’s hero in his tuberculosis poem: “Open the door…open the door…this is me, your child, mom, this is me behind the door.”
Neither of these was what I meant, to talk.
khorjin was my word to mention; to write.
Saddlebag it is; that insn’t how I would like.
Why not use a word known to little child?
A friend suggested, mentioned the pouch.
Khorjin is all of them; but still, neither one.
Crazy and moaning, I laugh. Karo’s hero in his tuberculosis poem: “Open the door…open the door…this is me, your child, mom, this is me behind the door.”
Lost I am in history, between cultures and words.
An ant on a leaf, fallen on running current, I shout Rumi’s words: “Water has taken the world! ”

I want to write of,
My summer camping trip to Hana,
When I was equal in weight with a small lamb,
Each of us on one side of the donkey’s back, but different.
Unable to do so, I am mesmerized, like a clay vase filled with water,
Tear drops roll out, travel down; reach the ground where a circle is left alone,
And my feet are stuck to remind me of how the donkey gets stuck in the mass of mud.
An ant on a leaf, fallen on running current, I shout Rumi’s words: “Water has taken the world! ”

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I was looking for the equivalent Farsi word of Khorjin in English and I could not find it the way I wanted it.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sallam Yassin 27 July 2013

But u found music for soul this line is the beauty an ant on a leaf; fallen on a running current and I shout Rami's words (the water has taken the world) /thanks

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