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Rosa Jamali is a renowned poet in contemporary Iran; she is often considered as the most important female figure in Post-revolutionary Persian Poetry.
She studied BA Drama & Literature at the Art University of Tehran and later she receives her MA degree in English Literature from Tehran University.
Her debut collection of poems, THIS DEAD BODY IS NOT AN APPLE, IT'S EITHER A PEAR OR A CUCUMBER, is published in 1997 and announced a major new voice in Iranian poetry. The book opened Persian poetry to new creative possibilities. Her second collection of poems MAKING A FUNNY FACE was well received by critics and established her literary career. In this collection, with its... more »
Rosa Jamali Poems
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'SUPPOSE THAT I'M INEVITABLE'... more »
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Mouse is penetrating in a sharp vain
Tigers have been silenced
Their claws clinging over the snow gradually...... more »
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Many years have passed since the day,
I looked into a mirror, saw a wrinkled face.
I've been disclosed to the bulging sands of my bed.... more »
At the airport;
Now what I have inside my fist
Is a tight piece of land
Barely exceeds the size of a single palm of my hands... more »
You see the city in my veins fast asleep
Like the obscure web over my brain
As if destroyed the fragments of my memory.... more »
Block No.1:
A whole nation has created the kindling
Which owes you desperately
But it hasn’t been specified... more »
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A POEM BY ROSA JAMALI
TRANSLATED FROM ORIGINAL PERSIAN TO ENGLISH
TRANSLATED BY THE AUTHOR... more »
The Last Street Of Tehran (Translated From Original Persian To English)
At the airport;
Now what I have inside my fist
Is a tight piece of land
Barely exceeds the size of a single palm of my hands
Sliding into the slippery sun
The Sun is not on the speaking term with us!
The long Dream of moving fingers
Is rooted from the Lout Desert
Stiffened through my teeth
Blurred into the whirlwind
Twisting, surrounding the sandy moor
Landing towards the back alley right in the vicinity of my home.
Hey, are you putting together the pieces of my face to make me laugh?
A short cruise, the precise size of a palm
My fortune has...
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