HAMID NAZARKHAH ALISARAEI

Poems by Hamid Nazarkhah Alisaraei (Adonis Dodestani) – Iran

AMICO, AI PIEDI DEL PATIBOLO  
Friend!  
At the foot of the gallows,  
I weave my patience,  
And at night,  
I weep for the dance  
Of the blood of wounded fish.

LE MANI CHE DIVENTANO POESIA  
I sit watching the raspberry fields  
In a white shirt...  
My bloody hands  
Become poems without dots  
At the foot of my coffin.

PAROLE SENZA NOME  
At night,  
I bury the bodies of unidentified words  
In my chest.  
A silent scream  
Sighs  
For my sorrow.

POLVERE DA SPARO SULLA PELLE  
My body smells of damp gunpowder.  
Beneath the laughter after the death of the sun,  
I saw the booted words  
Beneath the invisible rains,  
How they trample  
My beliefs.

SEMI DI MELOGRANO E LUTTO  
Red, red,  
Like pomegranate seeds,  
Flowing through the heart of the roads...  
And the poems dressed in black  
In the sorrow of the bodies...  
I see no flag in my hand.  
I recite Al-Fatiha  
At my own grave.

LE LACRIME DI MIA MADRE  
With my mother's tears,  
The cold, dark words  
Sprout  
At the end  
Of my last breaths.

LA STORIA NEI MIEI SOGNI  
My dreams are the narration of history,  
Where the homeland of my poems  
Became one body from thousands of bodies...  
Death sings  
The song of my poem  
In the ear of the street.

NON SERVE CUCIRE UN SUDARIO  
Tell my mother:  
There is no longer any need to sew a shroud.  
I love these second-hand clothes.  
When you turn the pages of my poetry book,  
You will see my footprints,  
Still breathing  
In search of peace.

LA MIA INFANZIA CERCA LIBERTÀ  
For peace,  
I hold neither an olive branch  
Nor a white cloth...  
Neither was my father a politician,  
Nor was my mother an ambassador of peace.  
My childhood  
Is in search of freedom.