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How's this poem ?

The Primal Call

Where are my shoes
who was it that called Sohrab
the voice was familiar, as is air with the body of a leaf
mother is sleeping
so are Manutchehr and Parvaneh, and maybe
everybody in town
it is a summer night, an elegy quietly passing
over the moments
and a cool breeze is sweeping my sleep
along the green edges of the blanket
there is a smell of migration
my pillow is stuffed with the songs of the swallows.
Morning will come
and the sky will migrate
into this water bowl,
I must go tonight.
I spoke through the openest window with the people
in
this land
but I heard no word of the stuff of times
no eye glanced lovingly at the earth
nobody was fascinated by a garden
nobody took the magpie in the field seriously.
I feel as gloomy as a cloud
when I see Hoori
- that is our neighbor's mature girl -
under the rarest elm on the earth
studying theology.
But there are some things, some high moments
( I saw a woman poet, for example
so absorbed in space
that the sky laid eggs in her eyes,
also one night
a man asked me
how long it takes to reach the rising grapes. )


I must go tonight
I must pack the suitcase
which has enough room for my robe of solitude
and must go where
I can see epical trees
towards that wordless enormity which keeps calling me.


Somebody again called Sohrab
where are my shoes ?

8 months ago
by Sohrab Sepehri, persian poem (iranian)
(ps : parvaneh and manutchehr are his sister and brother)

8 months ago
sorry.......persian poet...and also persian poem !!!

it is good but shorten it up it is more like a summary then a poem becaue it is so long other wise it is really good it is very discriptive and intersting in a piont you will have to read the first part to want to read the rest of the poem.