?Such a small World!... After 13 years?... at the hotel?... Pacific ocean
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Conquering the garden

The hooded crow that flew off
above our heads
piercing the vdisprate thoughts of a vagrant cloud
whose cry, like a short spear, traversed the horizon
.will spread the news about us throughout the town

Everyone knows
everyone knows
that you and I peered into the garden
through that cold, captious casement
and picked the apple
.from that playful, our-of-reach branch

Evrey one fears
everyone fears--but you and I
joined the lamp, the water, the mirror
.and feared not

I speak not of the flimsy bond between two names
or union somewhere inside the pulping pages of an ancient ledger
I speak of my happy hair
touched by the burning peonies of your kisses
and the defiant intimacy of our nakedness
like the scale of a fish under water.
I speak of the life in a silvery tune
.the little jetting spring murmurs at dawn

One night
in that green succulent forest
we asked of wild hare,
in that cold-blooded, tumultuous sea
we asked of the pregnant mother-of-pearl
and atop that odd-looking towering peak
we asked of the young eagles
.what to do

Everyone knows
everyone knows
that we have found our way to the cold and quiet repose of the phoenix
that we have found the truth in a flower bed
deep in the bashful eyes of a nameless flower

and immortality
in the limitless moment
when the two suns gazed at each other.

I speak not of a fearful whispering in the dark
but of the day, and of wide open windows
and of fresh air
and of a stove in which useless things burn to ash
and of an earth bearing a seed of another kind
and of birth, growth, pride.
I speak of our loving hands
when they have built their bridge above the dark night
.over which travel messages of perfume, light, and breeze

Come to the meadow
to the vast meadow
and call me from behind the breath of silk-tasseled acaia
.like the stag calling his mate

the drapes are doleful with hidden envy
and innocent little doves
on top of the white tower
.lower their heads to the ground

By F. Farrokhzad
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and such a gorgeous Conference it was ... thanks
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!Ironic: Labor day and Working

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