I don't know where I want to go
I don't know what I'm searching for
night and day...
They have said a woman is mad
if she gives kisses freely from her lips:
Yes, but kisses from her lips
bestow life on my dead lips.
May thoughts about reputation
never come to my head.
This is me, seeking you for satisfaction.
I crave solitude and your embrace,
I carve solitude and the lips of the cup.
The poetry of Forough Farrkhozad
what is the name of the poem? It is from the "The captive" collection but what is the name of the poem????
ReplyDeleteI really do not know since I do not have the book and searches I have done have not come up with this. She was a very interesting individual. Very independent and daring for that time. Sadly died so young in an auto accident so I do not think her full potential was developed.
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