Volume 5 | Issue 4 | November - December
2010 |
Posthumous love poem
Farideh Hassan Zadeh( Mostafavi)
You used to
hold me in your arms
so tightly so ardently
as if I was a lost dream
not your wife,
with the warmth of a woman’s body.
for you were the only man
who knew I am not immortal
you had no doubt
my heart could be easily broken
like any other glass of wine
ready to fall and break
into a thousand pieces.
That is why
You never left me
You never betrayed me
You never harassed me
and nothing separated us
not even this small death
incapable of understanding
the meaning of the red roses
you put on my grave
at every rendezvous.
Farideh Hassan Zadeh( Mostafavi) - Mostafavi is an Iranian poet, translator and freelance journalist. Her first book of poetry was published when she was twenty-two. Her poems appear in the anthologies Contemporary Women Poets of Iran and Anthology of Best Women Poets.. She is the author of The Last Night with Sylvia Plath: Essays on Poetry .She has extensively translated World literature into Persian.
