Life is perhaps
a long street through which a woman holding
a basket passes every day.

Life is perhaps
a rope with which a man hangs himself from a branch.
Life is perhaps a child returning home from school.

Life is perhaps lighting up a cigarette
in the narcotic repose between two love-makings
or the absent gaze of a passerby
who takes off his hat to another passerby
with a meaningless smile and a good morning .

Forugh Farrokhzad: ‘Another Birth’

Via Shaj Mathew’s Guernica essay: Poetry as Life, Life as Poetry about the Persian poet.

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