Elizabeth T. Gray, Jr., English Poetry, Forugh Farrokhzad, Poetry

The Bird was Just a Bird: Forough Farrokhzad




The bird said:"What a scent, what a sun,ah
spring has come
and I will go search for my mate."

From the balcony's railing the bird
flew, flew away like a message

The bird was small
The bird didn't think
The bird didn't read the newspaper
The bird has no doubt
The bird didn't know people

The bird flew on the air
and above the traffic lights
in the heights of unawareness
and experienced madly
the blue moments

The bird, ah, was just a bird.

~ Forugh Farrokhzad(1934-1967) 
translated by Elizabeth T. Gray, Jr.( from 'LET US BELIEVE IN THE BEGINNING OF THE COLD SEASON' collected poems)

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