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feral-ballad · 7 months
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Forugh Farrokhzad, tr. by Hasan Javadi & Susan Sallée, from Another Birth: Selected Poems of Forugh Farrokhzad; "Window"
[Text ID: "I realized I must / I must / I must / ... love madly"]
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daweyt · 2 months
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Forugh Farrokhzad, from “Another Birth: Selected Poems of Forugh Farrokhzad; ‘Let us believe in the beginning of a cold season’”, tr. Hasan Javadi and Susan Sallée.
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flowerytale · 11 months
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Forugh Farrokhzad, from ‘Forgive Her’, Sin: Selected Poems
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catastrxblues · 3 months
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x ds : multiverse of madness (2022) // ‘night and day’ by virginia woolf // ‘on loving’ by forugh farrokhzad // atonement (2007) // everywhere, everything - noah kahan
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soracities · 1 year
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Forugh Farrokhzad, from a letter to Fereydoon Farrokhzad in Sin: Selected Poems of Forugh Farrokhzad [transcript in ALT]
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mournfulroses · 6 months
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Forugh Farrokhzad, from Sin: Selected Poems; "Captive,"
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west150 · 2 months
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I will rise from my grave
And fly with you in the wind
I will rise from my grave
And dance with you in the rain
I will rise from my grave
And burn with you in the fire
I will rise from my grave
And tell you that I love you (Forugh Farrokhzad)
من از گور خود برخیزم/ و با تو در باد به پرواز درآیم
من از گور خود برخیزم/ و با تو در باران به رقص درآیم
من از گور خود برخیزم/ و با تو در آتش به تب و تاب درآیم
من از گور خود برخیزم/ و به تو میگویم که دوستت دارم
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slowtides · 7 months
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Interviewer: Why do you write poetry, and what do you look for in poetry?
Forugh: First of all, this "why" does not go properly with poetry. I cannot explain why I write poetry. I think all those who are involved in creative work have as their motive or at least one of their motives, a sort of need to struggle with and stand in front of annihilation. These are individuals who love and understand life more, and likewise death. Creative work is a kind of struggle to maintain existence, or else to perpetuate "self" and negate the meaning of death. Sometimes I think it is right that death is one of the laws of nature, but it is only in the face of this law that man feels humiliated and small. This is one dilemma about which nothing can be done. One cannot even fight to eliminate it. There is no use; it must be. It is good, too. This is a general interpretation, which may also be foolish. But poetry for me is like a friend to whom, when I go, I can freely unburden my heart. It is a companion that completes me, satisfies me without disturbing me. Some people compensate for their shortcomings in life by taking refuge in other people. But nothing is ever compensated. If it was, wouldn't this relationship itself be the greatest poem of the world and of existence? The relationship between two people can never be perfect nor perfecting, especially in this age. But still, some people take refuge in these kinds of things. That is, they create and afterwards mingle with their own creation, so then they no longer have any shortcomings. Poetry for me is like a window that opens automatically whenever I go toward it. I sit there, look out, sing, shout, cry, merge with the image of the trees, and I know that on the other side of the window there is a space and someone hears me, someone who might live two hundred years hence or who lived three hundred years ago. It makes no difference--it is a means of connection with existence, with existence in its broader sense. The good thing about it is that when someone writes poetry, that person can say: "I too exist," or "I too have existed." How can one say, "I too exist" or "I too have existed" except through this form?
فروغ فرخزاد | Forugh Farrokhzad, from "An Interview with the Critic, Cyrus Tahbaz, and the Novelist-Playwright, Gholam-Hosein Sa'edi (Spring, 1964)," as published in Another Birth: Selected Poems of Forugh Farrokhzad (1981), tr. by Hasan Javadi and Susan Sallée
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treethymes · 13 days
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The House Is Black (1963, dir. Forugh Farrokhzad)
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frijoldulce · 5 months
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Iranian poet Forugh Farrokhzad.
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Black Swan / Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me / killed my old self but the new me isn’t much better / Euphoria 2x05 / Pahanhautoja (Hatching) / The Girl on the Train / Like Differently Love - Malia Makana / Letters to Dr. Y. - Anne Sexton / x / Thirteen / Sin: Selected Poems of Forugh Farrokhzad; “Lost” tr. by Sholeh Wolpé / Salvare la faccia (Psychout for Murder) / Crying During Sex - Ethel Cain / Again - Pom Pom Squad
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feral-ballad · 7 months
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Forugh Farrokhzad, tr. by Hasan Javadi & Susan Sallée, from Another Birth: Selected Poems of Forugh Farrokhzad; "Let us believe in the beginning of a cold season"
[Text ID: "I am naked, naked, naked / naked like the moments of silence / between the phrases of love"]
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daweyt · 2 months
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Forugh Farrokhzad, from a letter to Ebrahim Golestan featured in “Sin: Selected Poems of Forugh Farrokhzad,” tr. by Sholeh Wolpé.
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flowerytale · 11 months
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Forugh Farrokhzad, from ‘On Loving’, Sin: Selected Poems
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derangedrhythms · 2 years
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Forugh Farrokhzad, Centres of Cataclysm: Celebrating Fifty Years of Modern Poetry in Translation; from ‘In Darkness’, tr. Sholeh Wolpé
TEXT ID: All through the night sorrow dripped from black branches.
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dreamsong-29 · 4 months
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Why do you ask me the colour of his eyes?
When did the colour of his eyes ever capture me?
The fire that sparked from his eyes
Was what ensnared this mad heart.
~Forugh Farrokhzad
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Succession may be over but somewhere Kendall and Stewy are making each other laugh.
Happy New Year to team Kendall and KenStewy truthers especially artists and ao3 writers. 🤍
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