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I've been rediscovering my love of Forugh Farrokhzad the past couple of days, and was briefly tempted to post a little slice of one of her poems in the 'Quote of the Day' thread before I remembered the poetry club existed. Seemed as good a reason as any to try and pump some life into it!
This is a favourite of mine. It's not a very happy poem on the face of it, but I find something tranquil and comforting about it, since it does kind of remind me of nice things.
Friday saddening like old alleys
Friday of lazy ailing thoughts
Friday of noisome sinuous stretches
Friday of no anticipation
Friday of submission.
house locked against the onslaught of youth
house of darkness and fantasies of the sun
house of loneliness, augury and indecision
house of curtains, books, cupboards, pictures.
Ah, how my life flowed silent and serene
like a deep-running stream
through the heart of such silent, deserted Fridays
through the heart of such empty cheerless houses
ah, how my life flowed silent and serene.
In the book of my heart, there is nought but you
In every word, every sentence, and every page.