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And You Behind the Lace

What a fragrance was inside the adobe rooms!
What a fragrance from the afternoon rain!
What a fragrance in the wattle and daub!

It was three hours after the sorrow
that they came in their mourning cloaks.
One went towards the figure in the photo,
one to the gate
while you were behind the lace curtain...

And I was staring at your lips as I fell asleep.

‘What does the fire look like?’
one said,
‘the cold is the sadness!’
and you were behind the lace.

And my dream tasted like a flower
and my dream smelled of earth walls
and my dream looked like an apple of crimson fire
and my dream...

but I was roused from it by a call to prayer
and I woke in the afternoon rain.

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Mansour Oudji
Pascale Petit, Shahriar Vaghfipour
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2015 Number 1 - SOLD OUT - Scorched Glass

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Mansour Oudji

Mansour Oudji was born in Shiraz in 1928 and lives there still. Iran’s literary and arts scene is concentrated in Tehran so Ou...

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Pascale Petit


Pascale Petit

Pascale Petit’s latest collection is What the Water Gave Me: Poems after Frida Kahlo (Seren, 2010; Black Lawrence Press 2011),...

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Shahriar Vaghfipour

SHAHRIAR VAGHFIPOUR is a poet, novelist, critic, theoretical writer on literature, philosophy and politics and a translator. H...

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