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Poem of the Day. Forough Farrokhzad

di
Redazione Italia, May 23, 2016






It Is Only Sound That
Remains






We lost everything



we must have lost



we started treading
without a lantern



and moon,






moon



the kind Feminine



was always there



in the childhood memories
of a clay and straw rooftop



and above the young
plantations



dreading the swamp of
crickets.






How much must one pay?