Translated from Persian by Stephen Watts & Ziba Karbassi
all these stars but
only one star to hook on the black
of her skirt
and it rips that skirt wide open
it rips the skirt of the night wide
open
and then
little by little the red
and then little by
little red-orange
and then little
by little orange yellow
and then little
by little the yellow
milk
and when night passes out to neurosis,
the colors erupt
and it pushes itself up and up and down and up,
night, with all its nervous
energy
here, right here
in front of us
but
when the first slit of sunlight slants across us
any star, any single star can
be the morning
one
(From The Forbidden, Poems from Iran and Its Exiles, Edited by Sholeh Wolpé, Michigan State University Press, 2012)
←Ziba Karbassi
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