Thursday, December 31, 2015
Wednesday, December 30, 2015
Tuesday, December 29, 2015
To my Sister
To my sister
Sister, rise up after your freedom,
why are you quiet?
rise up because henceforth
you have to imbibe the blood of tyrannical men.
Seek your rights, Sister,
from those who keep you weak,
from those whose myriad tricks and schemes
keep you seated in a corner of the house.
How long will you be the object of pleasure
In the harem of men's lust?
how long will you bow your proud head at his feet
like a benighted servant?
How long for the sake of a morsel of bread,
will you keep becoming an aged haji's temporary wife,
seeing second and third rival wives.
oppression and cruelty, my sister, for how long?
This angry moan of yours
must surly become a clamorous scream.
you must tear apart this heavy bond
so that your life might be free.
Rise up and uproot the roots of oppression.
give comfort to your bleeding heart.
for the sake of your freedom, strive
to change the law, rise up.
Forough Farrokhzad 29.12.1934 - 13.02.1967
Labels:
Forough Farrokhzad,
freedom,
Poetry
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Tuesday, December 01, 2015
Miscellany
For a while I had to be busy with not-blogging.
Done.
I am looking forward to enjoy . . . leisure.
Leisure to read ... leisure to think ... to re-think .... to contemplate ... to write ...
Thus, in case I might again become very busy with not-blogging:
Take good care of yourself and your thoughts, please.
Done.
I am looking forward to enjoy . . . leisure.
Leisure to read ... leisure to think ... to re-think .... to contemplate ... to write ...
Thus, in case I might again become very busy with not-blogging:
Take good care of yourself and your thoughts, please.
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