#sholeh wolpé

[heavenlyyshecomes]

Forugh Farrokhzad, ‘The Sun Rises’, in Sin: Selected Poems of Forugh Farrokhzad tr. Sholeh Wolpé

[leehallfae]

“there is nothing but a flickering universe. god, a reckless adolescent, hardwired hope into our neurons. beauty opens its eyes and greets us with its sky. we spread open our arms even though we know the blue is a lie.”

— sholeh wolpé, “this coffin: bead 13,” abacus of loss

[linsaad]

"I'm so filled with you / I want to run through meadows, / bash my head against mountain rocks, / give myself to ocean waves. / I'm so filled with you / I want to crumble into myself like a speck of dust, / to gently lay my head at your feet, / cling fast to your weightless shadow."

Forough Farrokhzad#

[daweyt]

Forugh Farrokhzad, from a letter to Ebrahim Golestan featured in “Sin: Selected Poems of Forugh Farrokhzad,” tr. by Sholeh Wolpé.

[feral-ballad]

Forugh Farrokhzad, tr. by Sholeh Wolpé, from Sin: Selected Poems of Forugh Farrokhzad; "On Loving"

[Text ID: "Do you know what I want of life? / That I can be with you, you, all of you, / and if life repeated a thousand times, / still you, you, and again, you."]

[cursed-and-haunted]

I SAY I WANT YOU INSIDE ME AND YOU SPLIT ME OPEN WITH A KNIFE: web weaving for Graves x Warden

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[kimdokjas]

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"Do you know what I want of life? / That I can be with you, you, all of you, / and if life repeated a thousand times, / still you, you, and again, you." — Forugh Farrokhzad, tr. Sholeh Wolpé

[remcocoa]

"On Loving" by Forugh Farrokhzad, tr. Sholeh Wolpé

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[dk-thrive]

I plant my hands in the garden soil- I will sprout, I know, I know, I know. And in the hollow of my ink-stained palms swallows will make their nest.

— Forugh Farrokhzad, tr. by Sholeh Wolpé, from "Reborn", Sin. (University of Arkansas Press, June 1, 2010)

[heavenlyyshecomes]

Forugh Farrokhzad, ‘Summers Green Waters’, in Sin: Selected Poems of Forugh Farrokhzad tr. Sholeh Wolpé

[leehallfae]

“mistakes are the sinews that hold our bones.”

— sholeh wolpé, “un-blinking eyes: bead 5,” abacus of loss

[yaya-tchoum]

as if the night's two cold hands drew my unsettle soul into its embrace.

•Forugh Farrokhzad•

#Forugh Farrokhzad, Sin: Selected Poems of Forugh Farrokhzad: Deevar (The Wall); from ‘Lost’, tr. Sholeh Wolpé #my soul feels cold tonite

[daweyt]

Forugh Farrokhzad, from “Sin: Selected Poems of Forugh Farrokhzad; ‘On Loving’”, tr. Sholeh Wolpé.

[derangedrhythms]

Forugh Farrokhzad, Sin: Selected Poems of Forugh Farrokhzad: Reborn; from ‘Earthly Verses’, tr. Sholeh Wolpé (edited excerpt)

[feral-ballad]

Forugh Farrokhzad, tr. by Sholeh Wolpé, from Sin: Selected Poems of Forugh Farrokhzad; “On Loving”

[Text ID: "I'm so filled with you / I want to run through meadows, / bash my head against mountain rocks, / give myself to ocean waves. / I'm so filled with you / I want to crumble into myself like a speck of dust, / to gently lay my head at your feet, / cling fast to your weightless shadow."]

[sahartragictale89]

Forugh Farrokhzad, Deevar (The Wall); from ‘Lost’, tr. Sholeh Wolpé