Sunday, November 13, 2022



I Will Greet the Sun Again

I will greet the sun again

I will greet

the stream that flowed in me

the clouds that were my long thoughts

the painful growth of the aspens in the garden

who passed with me through the dry seasons

I will greet the flock of crows

who brought me the scent of the fields at night

as a gift

I will greet my mother who lived in the mirror

and was the reflection of my old age

and greet the earth again

whose throbbing interior, with my chronic lust

I have stuffed with green seeds

I will come, I will come, I will come

with my glossy hair: rich with the scents of turned-up soil

with my eyes: experiences of thick darkness

with bushes I have picked from the grove on the other side of the wall

I will come, I will come, I will come

and the threshold will be filled with love

and on the threshold

I will greet those who love again

and the girl still standing there

on the love-filled threshold


Let Us Believe in the Beginning of the Cold Season

Forough Farrokhzad

translated from the Iranian by Elizabeth T. Gray, Jr .

New Directions 2022