from Doubt itself is a belief
Ava Koohbor
VI
In the hut of the heart
silent pleasures of freedom
chained in a castle
rhythmic beats of dance hammering down all round
handful of soil
yet fertile
acres of desert
barren but for snake and low leaf
instant visionary meeting between soul and oversoul
hints of afterlife
plotting and planning out decades ahead
comes to nothing
splash from out rushing mountain spring
so refreshing
parched lips
ocean upon ocean
no answer
VII
Yes Yes [ ay ay ]
I write bitter
I speak sweet
I cry salty
To say
I have savored all of life's entrées
in but one lifetime's sitting
yet my heart grumbles
tell me love
what's in yr taste?
IX
A game of backgammon
Such regret
finding rough rock
under the hands
to know
the pain of a solitary cry
finally
all of one's identity
lost on love's board
In the hut of the heart
silent pleasures of freedom
chained in a castle
rhythmic beats of dance hammering down all round
handful of soil
yet fertile
acres of desert
barren but for snake and low leaf
instant visionary meeting between soul and oversoul
hints of afterlife
plotting and planning out decades ahead
comes to nothing
splash from out rushing mountain spring
so refreshing
parched lips
ocean upon ocean
no answer
VII
Yes Yes [ ay ay ]
I write bitter
I speak sweet
I cry salty
To say
I have savored all of life's entrées
in but one lifetime's sitting
yet my heart grumbles
tell me love
what's in yr taste?
IX
A game of backgammon
Such regret
finding rough rock
under the hands
to know
the pain of a solitary cry
finally
all of one's identity
lost on love's board
translated from the Persian by Patrick James Dunagan and Ava Koohbor