POETRY: O LOVE, LONELIEST LOVE OF ALL
Tatul Sonentz-Papazian

10/03/24/poetry-o-love-loneliest-love-of-all/
Wed, Mar 24 2010

O love

Loneliest love of all

How dark are these clouds
gathered by the sun
to watch the day
rise

As if that bird there could see itself only
by the aura of its course

As if those young leaves sighing with desire
were none but verdant margins
of imagination

As if
the purple flame
burning in the translucent memory of the panes
exists only by the pure prayer
of the lamp

—–Forough Farrokhzad
translated by Tatul Sonentz
based on the French rendition by Sylvie Miller