THEY SMELL YOUR BREATH, LEST YOU HAD UTTERED ‘I LOVE YOU’
Posted by Maryam NamazieOn December 12, 20115 CommentsShamlou
Here is a wonderful poem, In this Dead-end, by Ahmad Shamlou:
They smell your breath, lest you had uttered ‘I love you’.
They smell your heart!
Strange times are these my dear.
They flog love at a roadblock corner.
Love is better off hidden in a closet at home.
In this crooked dead-end of twisting chill
they kindle their fire with our song and poetry.
Do not risk thinking.
Strange times are these my dear.
He who bangs on the door late at night
has come to kill the light.
Light is better off hidden in a closet at home.
Now here are the butchers
stationed at the cross-roads
with clubs and cleavers stained in blood.
Strange times are these my dear.
And they excise smiles from our lips and songs from our mouths.
Joy is better off hidden in a closet at home.
Barbequed canaries on a fire of lilies and jasmine
strange times are these my dear.
Satan, intoxicated and victorious
sits at our funeral feast.
god is better off hidden in a closet at home.
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