Poetry * Support iranian.com * FAQ * Write for Iranian.com * Editorial policy Three poems By Kaveh L. Afrasiabi June 13, 2002 The Iranian Every civilization a lake At my lakeside hungry geese blunder to a crawl. Some fall in the woods, like rain, slight and sparse, while others upward in purchase of pride and screem. My role is feeding the light that labors my wings to neighboring lakes and stream. Today's Crisis What must we do? I circle my sphere and cause the loud speaker: kill, heal, sever, conjugate, perish, peace. Desires of the mind for the right and wrong there quiver like oracles that instruct us to cold and hot words apart. Clouded judgment, whatever its source. The Dead Center A life time lost in search of a concrete center - visiting sadness wrapped in grey and brown, this slowest detriment to love I desire. Is there still, I wonder, as the hum of years fizzle before my eyes, anything but nothing? Comment for The Iranian letters section Comment to Kaveh L. Afrasiabi RELATED Poetry in iranian.com SECTIONS * Recent * Covers * Writers * All sections

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