Forugh Farrokhzad was a magnificent, awesomely talented Iranian poet who died at the age of 32 in 1967. She deserves to be remembered, celebrated and above all, read worldwide. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Forugh_Farrokhzad In her style, this is my tribute to her,

As if you lived in the dawn beyond my days

Blowing kisses at lies

Taking your short beloved life as a draft of wine

Kept in the bottom of

The cold sea.

Your limits were kept in the soul of infinity which

Is as naked as the love you broadcast, the erupting love, the unbroken love.

Salaam. You flowed above us, your words embracing,

Weaving,

Hanging us.

If only I’d looked.

How beautiful your pure bright reflection

Shattered in the windscreen of your broken car

In which the clock

And your lavish dreams 

Stopped.

Undanced in the shards of wine glasses.

Your obituary is the perfection

of your words each made of glass.

You swerved to avoid children

How kind you were

How you made love with words

And nailed us to the cross of your beautiful

silence which, victim of stolen time

Leaves us only with the legacy 

Of the space between 

The intersection between 

Extremities.

I believe.

Salaam.