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Spider
September 11, 2008
Now that you have gone
I have no doubt
I am what the others think:
a mad spider
weaving dreams and visions
day and night,
dancing with her ugly feet
in her solitude
in the corner of this sober-minded ceiling.
Only God claims
that I was a bird
singing in my cage
before you come
to free me with your kisses.
by Farideh Hassanzadeh-Mostafavi
Categories: Transformation
Farideh Hassanzadeh-Mostafavi
qarrtsiluni 
Farideh, what a pleasure to hear your voice reading your fine poem. Kheily mamnoon!
Excellent
My Heartiest Congratulations
Amitabh Mitra
http://www.amitabhmitra.com
Your words have meant a lot to me. I wish I had answered but I did not understand. You have a beautiful voice and I hope poetry always feeds you. I shall never forget what you said about that man who cried. I understand now. If only I could live my life over…
What a transcendently sad and romantic poem and what a lovely reading of it! Thank you so much.
sedaye ziba va ashna…
What a very moving poem, dear Farideh. And to hear you reading through a window open to your own world–a gift.