Ali Abdolrezaei

من در خطرناک زندگی می کردم ترجمه پارسی نام یکی از کتابهای انگلیسی من است که علاقمندان می توانند در لینک زیر آن را خریداری کنند

//www.bibliocracy.com/e-books/poetry/in-riskd...

سیکسولوؤی نیزعنوان کتاب دیگر من است که شش شعر بلند را شامل می شود و علاقمندان می توانند آن را در آدرس زیر بخرند

//www.bibliocracy.com/e-books/poetry/sixology

سه شعر از کتاب من در خطرناک زندگی می کردم

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1

Cloud

When Night appeared

the shape of time when it got away was a spectacle

Facing up from the morning pillow

The day paused a little

Tomorrow didn’t know it has to come

and night that took a bite of light

fell on a piece of apple that came third in the world

Cold sound tumbled down the mountains

and

green clambered up the ravines

and

Man stuck at the cross roads, became pedestrian

in the same path that afterwards led to many

Picked the sun off heads of days one by one

and hoarded it

so when water became a deluge to

leave the ark to Noah

make the sword a bare necessity

having to discover sulphur

and gunpowder to add to life

still to make no difference

still the day comes

the night like a dark cow breaks out of the manger

the day gets lost behind a brown calf

and the nimbus that is the mother of a missing son

revolves round the sky

and keeps looking

not to find a quiet spot

to cry her heart out

2
Album

This is my Mum Isn’t she beautiful?!

This is my brother and this, my father

If only he knew how door to door I am now

Poor innocent thing

This one is Sara the youngest

this smiley face also…can’t remember the

name!

Exile, exile what havoc it wreaks on the memory

She’s my eldest sister

She used to pass out laughing

when shooting pictures

I’m at a loss how these pictures of lips that have smiled

are movies of eyes that have cried

O never mind!

but how mixed up I am

Poor dear my peasant Mum

If freedom ever pays Iran a visit

You’ll become my father’s new bride

and after breakfast my sister

will burn frankincense

to smudge around my head and dispel the bad eye

on my having a Leila in the night most

and my Mum while boasting

will be throwing confetti and ululating in the paddy at

the bottom of the garden

so her son may eye up the lap of this lass and be

turned on - I’m turned on

Now that we’re enthralled shoulder to shoulder in the

hall of this house

why not make believe we’re wrapped in the bliss of rice

paddies? Let go

3
The Trigger is Pulled on the One who Pulls the Trigger

In Hope

that was the bent branch of a river bank willow with long hair

There is not much hope

no longer does Eve

Who had not cracked out of Adam’s left rib

lose her head over my leaf

And like a spoon looking around the table for the fork

doesn’t lose me who in the Torah committed another crime

just in case!

now that I can invite a long night into my bed

why not take lips in the woman who in the Quran is as

my farmland?

I must take one who’s in the habit of this album

you my lovely!

Caught in the snap shut

the prank of someone pulling faces behind me

who was jealous of my mother whose Fesenjun[1] I’d die for

jealous of Sofi who with 14 years from the farness of

farmlands came

in order to rub two coins together so they’ll call

her Pilgrim Lady

made everywhere shiny!

She still didn’t know that one night of the Saturdays

when we made off the next day

we made her daughter a woman in a bloody way

the innocent thing was a jealous Aysha who laid

with Mohammad

before taking a hand to the fig

she read the Bible

and found out about a woman Israelite

who became the Grim Reaper of Cairo

Dhow was a Mademoiselle on the Nile

rowed her oars very

still not to reach Moses whose staff

God has taken away!

Let her not reach

you’re not well enough to draw the curtains

and sponsor a sky that’s spat out god

you’re an employee

got a job

because your mother worked

and was a good employee

who dropped you in the world

one morning of the March Mondays

right on the desk of Mr Boss

And your Dad who let night live

on the prayer mat

and ordered god behind every prayer

to do something in case so your riper sisters

would descend the stairs

Did your friends who loved the hanging bra on the balcony of

a house

of one of the neighbours, ever know anything about

this Miss Shadow?

I sent the flood that flushed your home away to Tehran

of the father who left his headache behind in your head

you’ve only inherited few strands of hair which also

turned white when he left

Have they now taken away your tomorrow,

why don’t you commit this second to atrocity?

Last night a blind man who was looking for his sight

was scalded by a girl who thought she was not

even though he was just a potato, of a peeled sort

sometimes thick necked veins bulged on his temple

He no longer loses head over her leaf

and love who had packed his hanging load and run

away from his heart with

a girl who was well packaged was returning when

suddenly his fingers flew to inspect the button

on her shirt hiding round rocks!

Women next to chewing Wriggley’s gums which

they exchanged

in the court house under black chadors divvy up lies

and the man who was at the end of his tether

was getting disappointed of meeting the woman who

was looking for hope

he was forced

to pay Hope a visit

there… was the woman!

[1] Persian recipe