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Majid Naficy: A Witness for Ezzat

I want to know what happened
On January 7, 1982
Half past one in the afternoon
In Evin Prison

February 1, 2022 · 2 Comments

Majid Naficy: Stroke

It was last week
Tuesday morning at seven
When in the shower
Your right arm became numb

January 4, 2022 · 4 Comments

Majid Naficy: On the Booksellers’ Street of Baghdad

I saw Mutanabbi returning from Persia.
He had heard the sound of Tigris, by the Kor River
Calling him back to Baghdad.

January 4, 2022 · Leave a comment

Majid Naficy: The Family Koran

There, in the tradition of the Old Testament,
He stoned the unruly women
And hanged the disillusioned youth
In the market place.

December 5, 2021 · 2 Comments

Majid Naficy: The Cypress of Abarkuh

Once with my father
I sat in its shade.
We were coming from Isfahan
And wanted to go to Ferdows
From the desert.

October 5, 2021 · 2 Comments

Majid Naficy: Kabul

But larks have not forgotten to fly
And grass still sprouts from the earth of Kabul
And rivers are replenished by the snows of Pamirs
And the groves of Samangan are filled with sounds of birds.

September 11, 2021 · 6 Comments

Majid Naficy: A Little Girl’s Rebellion

At seven o’clock in the morning
As I pass by a green house
An automatic sprinkler
Suddenly goes off
And wets me head to toe.

August 12, 2021 · 2 Comments

Majid Naficy: Khomeini’s Visit

My father never told us
That Khomeini had visited him
For medical treatment many years ago

July 6, 2021 · 13 Comments

Majid Naficy: The Engraver

You put on your eyeglasses
And read me your daughter’s will
Word by word.

June 17, 2021 · 1 Comment

Majid Naficy: Little Armenia

The city remained apart from you
Lying beyond Zaiandeh River.
Only poets of midnight
Knocked at the door of your taverns…

April 27, 2021 · 3 Comments

Majid Naficy: Billie Holiday

I walk gently on the skin of the sea.
A wandering wind wraps around our bodies
And an albatross opens its wings on our shoulders.

March 9, 2021 · 1 Comment

Majid Naficy: Seven Poems During Trump

You are that apple worm which overnight
Grew into a bloodthirsty dragon
Like Haftvad’s worm in the “Ardashir Chronicles”.

January 20, 2021 · 2 Comments

Majid Naficy: Seven Sacred Songs

There is a footstep
And the light of a lantern.
I hide myself beneath an old blanket
And become filled with the aroma of wheat.

December 27, 2020 · 5 Comments

Majid Naficy: Censoring Love

Suddenly, I remember Ezzat
Who was shot in Evin Prison
And buried in the Cemetery of the Infidels
In a mass grave without any gravestones.

November 24, 2020 · 2 Comments

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