Farzaneh Doosti

Writer, Translator, Researcher

Farzaneh Doosti
پارسی English

The Old World

The Old World








Abstaining from the old world,

I'm calling Sundown

by first name in the solitude of streets

The old world wants to deny me

I’m awaiting you to arrive at the door’s threshold

After all these years

with the same flower-patterend dress

and tell me the time of the flight by mistake.

Doves, headlong, spry and frightened,

Awaken us to announce it's morning

Get up

Windflowers are freed of blooming

Little pipers are eager for you

To pour them seeds

Pigeon seeds and sighs of bereaved mothers on my lips


I bend my head so that death

Fly over my head.

Death flew over my head,

aimed at the young girl

And I’m still alive

By Ahmadreza Ahmadi



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