Gift

I speak out of the deep of night
out of the deep of darkness
and out of the deep of night I speak.

If you come to my house, friend
bring me a lamp and a window I can look through
at the crowd in the happy alley.

by Forough Farrokhzad

Comments (9)

A most creative, beautifully deep poem about love. I would enjoy reading more of his works! Rightfully deserving of Poem of the Day.
The poet lived from January 24,1920 – June 9,1944? ? ? ? That is only 24 years of life to draw on for experience, wisdom, and eternal truths.. Well, he certainly lived with passion as the young tend to do: .And in your body each minute I died moving your thigh could disinter me from a grave in a distant city your deserted by cloth, clothed in twilight filled me with tears, sweet cups of flesh. The whole poem is the work of an artist with words his palette.
I will remember this poem for its supple portrayal of love and sensuousness. Thanks.
Beautiful expression. Such a nice sharing.
Such a profound poem by Keith Douglas👍👍👍
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