Friday, August 17, 2007

Bright Horizon



I remember my dear teacher liked this poem, all of us had her handwriting and I can feel this poem better today:

One day we will find our doves again
and kindness will hold beauty's hand.

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One day when the slightest hymn
is a kiss
and each man
is a brother
to each man

One day when they won't close the doors
locks
are myths
and the heart
suffices for living

One day when the meaning of each sound
is to love
lest on your last word, you seek a sound

One day when the rhythm of each word is life
lest I suffer the scouring of a rhyme for my poem

One day when each lip is a melody
so that
the slightest hymn shall be a kiss

One day when you come back forever come back
and kindness becomes beauty

One day when we will cast seeds for our doves...

***

I will wait that day
even on the day
when I
no longer
am.

Ahmad Shamlu, 1955




1 comment:

Unknown said...

Gofti ke cho khorshid zanam suye to par

Chon mah shabi mikesham az panjare sar

Andooh ke khorshid shodi tange ghoroub

Afsus ke mahtab shodi vaghte sahar

- Moshiri -

: You promised to fly to me like the sun

you promised to come to visit me like the moon

alas! you became the sun but at the dusk

alas! you became the moonlight but at the dawn