Because my mouth
Is wide with laughter

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Amorous

Oh…
I loved you so
Like acacias in a moonlit night
In the hands of a caressing breeze

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Spirit

Flock by flock they go,
Candles in their hands,
With begrudged hands that strike and,
With no time to spare.

Theses butterflies that come dancing,
From the darkness of the sky,
To the fine blue earth.

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poetry and modernist
The questioning of the self and the exploration of technical innovations in modernist poetry are
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Iranian poet, writer, literary critic, translator, and the founder of children's poetry in Iran, with FREE extracts of Persian Poetry and Prose.

He walks through the forest

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From Zayandeh Rud to the Mississippi Readings in Your Town:

1- March 17, Book Passage, Corte Madera, CA
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3- April 22 Barnes & Noble, Kenwood, Cincinnati, OH

On your Dress

I caress your dress,
And I feel your pulse beating.

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Saki
Saki complain:
For all this longing .
For the wounds sitting
In your heart.
For your lonely tears.
For all misunderstandings
Which cast thorns
In our hearts.

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Who will remember?

I think my problem is that I empathize too much
Your stomach hurt so I kissed it relentlessly;
But then we forgot.

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Manoochehre Atashi the famous Iranian poet has died taday. The reason for his death was cardiac arrest after kidney surgery in Tehran,Iran. He was 74 years old.


Poem is dream, but
to see, no need to sleep.
From room you go to balconey,
With your slippers on, but no response.
You arrive from the bridge in the backyard.
passing by the water fountain. and you
Open the door to an unknown guest,
who has not sent a message, but
you were expecting him.
He is here and you know he is
where he is suppose to be.You go back
with him, shoulder to shoulder.
He seats in the balconey and drinks
cups of tea, with basil and orange blossom.
He opens the mystery of world
In a cup as small as a word but
contains in it all oceans and thunder.

Translated from Farsi by: mahnaz badihian

I want to be in love,
even when there is none.
I want to be in love,
even when I am lost.
even in the lands where they fight.
for as long as I tried,
As long as I taught,nothing but Love,
gave me the reason to life.
I want to be in love,
even when Tsunami grabs me to die...
1/14/05


Mahnaz Badihian

Copyright ©2005 Mahnaz Badihian

From left to right, Paul Bowles, Allen Ginsberg, William Burroughs, and others, early 1950's

THE FLOWERING OF the Beat Generation in the late fifties was the result of a very slow germination process. The four original Beats, Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac, William Burroughs, and Neal Cassady, met in New York in the late forties. More than a decade would pass before Ginsberg's Howl ignited the explosion that would coalesce the disparate ideas, the sense of lifestyle, and the philosophical musings into a full-fledged literary movement.
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Afghan poet dies after battering

Nadia Anjoman had a cut to her head:
A well-known Afghan poet and journalist has died from her injuries after being beaten, police say.
Officers found the body of Nadia Anjuman, 25, at her home in the western city of Herat.

A senior police officer said her husband had confessed to hitting her during a row.

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Hormoz Alipoor is a contemporary Iranian poet. He has published five collections of poetry.

He was one of the avant-garde poets of Iran between 1971- 1981.

This poem is from his collection ""Azure paper" selected and traslated by Pooya Azizi.
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