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Kareem Tayyar: Andy Warhol in Iran

I can only imagine how he must have loved the rose gardens,
The minarets of the mosques,
The songs of the nightingales in the trees
That sounded like multi-tracked serenades to the moon.

A long way from East 47th Street,
From leather jackets and Lou Reed and Studio 54,
I wonder how often he pointed his polaroid camera
In the direction of Mount Damavand
And waited for the angels to emerge from their slumbers.


 

Copyright 2018 Kareem Tayyar

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This entry was posted on August 28, 2018 by in Poetry, Social Justice, War and Peace and tagged , , , .
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