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This cypress tree boasts
That it is much older
Than Cyrus the Great.
.
Once with my father
I sat in its shade.
We were coming from Isfahan
And wanted to go to Ferdows
From the desert.
.
I became an exile
My father, a forgetter
And Iran, an inferno.
Now I ask myself:
Will this cypress tree
Remain standing as before?
Author’s note: Ferdows is a city in Iran. The name means “paradise”.
Majid Naficy is the author of many books in Persian and in English including Father & Son published by Red Hen (2003).
Copyright 2021 Majid Naficy
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Gorgeous, wistful poem.
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Beautiful.
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