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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

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  1. September 11, 2008 at 7:09 pm

    Farideh, what a pleasure to hear your voice reading your fine poem. Kheily mamnoon!

  2. September 23, 2008 at 2:16 am

    My Heartiest Congratulations

    Amitabh Mitra

  3. Bobbi Lurie
    October 11, 2008 at 11:25 am

    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…

  4. May 25, 2009 at 3:09 pm

    What a transcendently sad and romantic poem and what a lovely reading of it! Thank you so much.

  5. Tina
    May 22, 2012 at 12:36 pm

    sedaye ziba va ashna…

  6. July 16, 2012 at 1:01 pm

    What a very moving poem, dear Farideh. And to hear you reading through a window open to your own world–a gift.

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