Poem by Elham Hamedi (Prepared Angela Kosta)
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REMOVE THE CORPSES!
My eyes are still breathing
Remove the corpses from my face
The sun still reproduces the concept of day in my eyes
The moon passes between my eyebrows
And it captures a word
Between my lips
And begins a new interpretation of man
My eyes can still climb on the trunk of a tree
They make a piece of the sky belong to themselves
among leaves
Remove the corpses from my face
Words are suffocating
ROMANTIC PAUSE
The sky turns into a mirror by a romantic pause of your gaze
Your images keep passing through the elegance of the doors
An eyelid that does not close when you come
And night comes from vain repetition to the new creations of the moon
There is no gravity on earth
Except repeating our footsteps
which is parallel
which is the interference of two inverted images
With reflecting the unity of two thoughts
That confirms the movement of the roots of life
ZAQBOOR
Zaqboor does not reproduce the blue of the sky
Zaqboor lays an egg
in the throat of grief
His black legs are stuck
In the horror headlines of the newspapers
The tips of his chickens
Are broken on the sheet music
My cautious scarecrow!
My shy bird!
Radio, at the frequencies of the thorn bush
whispers of the thorn through the news of the war
I will interpret your zigzag path in the desert to the world.
My bird!
My days!
My Dead Days!
The Zaqboor or Podoces pleskei (scientific name: Podoces pleskei) is a bird of the crow family.The Zaqboor is the "national bird of Iran" ,(the only native bird of this country )and the exclusive species of Lut desert.Zacboor lives only in desert and semi-desert areas of eastern and southeastern Iran (Sistan and Baluchestan province and ten other provinces).This bird is very different from its other relatives named crows :Including being grounded so that he prefers running to flying even when he feels threatened, having a good voice.The long, strong, black legs of this bird are suitable for running fast among bushes, and its long and curved tip legs for digging the ground. Zaqboor is a shrewd and somewhat secretive bird, which makes it difficult to observe in nature.
This bird runs in the form of rzigzags on the ground among the bushes in times of danger. Both male and female birds sing. This song is monotonous.
Prepared Angela Kosta Academic, journalist, writer, poet, essayist, literary critic, editor, translator...
