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Wednesday, December 5, 2007

Red Rose (Forugh Farrokhzad, translated by Sholeh Wolpe)

Red rose.
Red rose.
Red rose.

He took me to the garden of red rose.
In the dark, hung a red rose on my wild hair then,
made love to me on the petal of a red rose.

O paralyzed doves,
virgin barren trees, blind windows!
Look! Beneath my heart,
deep inside my womb
now grows a rose;
red, red rose.
Rose, red like a flag
-- a revolution.

A child.
A child.

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