Poem
Mehrdad Arefani
Suitcase
Last week’s rain
escorted June with pictures and flags
skeletons and teeth
and frowning angels
to the main train station
In my hand, Tehran packed in a suitcase full of martyrs
and Paris a prostitute fugitive in herself
In the suitcase, Artillery Square is so crowded
that freedom picks up her long legs
and strokes the cold hard breasts of Revolution Square
It is still night time
It is snowing
Summer on the tracks
and the sunshine travelling on the train
gets lost in winter
© Translation: 2012, Abol Froushan
SUITCASE
© 2010, Mehrdad Arefani
From: From Tree to Tree
Publisher: Dena - Belgium, Brussels
From: From Tree to Tree
Publisher: Dena - Belgium, Brussels
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Suitcase
Last week’s rain
escorted June with pictures and flags
skeletons and teeth
and frowning angels
to the main train station
In my hand, Tehran packed in a suitcase full of martyrs
and Paris a prostitute fugitive in herself
In the suitcase, Artillery Square is so crowded
that freedom picks up her long legs
and strokes the cold hard breasts of Revolution Square
It is still night time
It is snowing
Summer on the tracks
and the sunshine travelling on the train
gets lost in winter
© 2012, Abol Froushan
From: From Tree to Tree
From: From Tree to Tree
Suitcase
Last week’s rain
escorted June with pictures and flags
skeletons and teeth
and frowning angels
to the main train station
In my hand, Tehran packed in a suitcase full of martyrs
and Paris a prostitute fugitive in herself
In the suitcase, Artillery Square is so crowded
that freedom picks up her long legs
and strokes the cold hard breasts of Revolution Square
It is still night time
It is snowing
Summer on the tracks
and the sunshine travelling on the train
gets lost in winter
© 2012, Abol Froushan
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