“Black field/ A poem by Jamshid Azizi”

The Man Who Became Our Mother/ A Poem by Jamshid Azizi

Ah, the deceit of winter—Joy in lifeHas dwindled downTo mere survival. And yet,Poetry still exists.The moon still exists.In the palm of the oceanPearls are stillWaiting to be found. Though sleep has spread,WakefulnessRemains beautiful. They shatter the torches.They erase the starsWith black pens… To see tomorrow, We must awaken—Before we areAwoken. A man became our mother,With […]...

The Celebration of Freedom/ A poem by Jamshid Azizi

Come, let’s dance, Let’s dance so much That the city awakens And seeks the sun. Our weapon is our dance, And the night knows This beautiful virus Multiplies Exponentially! ■ From every laugh, A flower fountains towards the light, Lips are explosions, And the endless echo of every laugh Weakens the covenant of the mourners. […]...