F Forough Farrokhzad

Forough Farrokhzad

33 şiir · 1935 — · Tehran

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Forugh Farrokhzād was an Iranian poet and film director. Forugh Farrokhzad is arguably one of Iran's most influential female poets of the twentieth century. She was a controversial modernist poet and an iconoclast. Biography Forugh (also spelled Forough) was born in Tehran to career military officer Colonel Mohammad Bagher Farrokhzad and his wife Touran Vaziri-Tabar in 1935. The third of seven children (Amir, Massoud, Mehrdad, Fereydoun Farrokhzad, Pouran Farrokhzad, Gloria), she attended school until the ninth grade, then was taught painting and sewing at a girl's school for the manual arts. At age sixteen she was married to Parviz Shapour, an acclaimed satirist. Farrokhzad continued her education with classes in painting and sewing and moved with her husband to Ahvaz. A year later, she bore her only child, a son named Kāmyār (subject of A Poem for You). Within two years, in 1954, Farrokhzad and her husband divorced; Parviz won custody of the child. She moved back to Tehran to write poetry and published her first volume, entitled The Captive, in 1955. Farrokhzad, a female divorcée writing controversial poetry with a strong feminine voice, became the focus of much negative attention and open disapproval. In 1958 she spent nine months in Europe and met film-maker and writer Ebrahim Golestan, who reinforced her own inclinations to express herself and live independently. She published two more volumes, The Wall and The Rebellion before traveling to Tabriz to make a film about Iranians affected by leprosy. This 1962 documentary film titled The House is Black won several international awards. During the twelve days of shooting, she became attached to Hossein Mansouri, the child of two lepers. She adopted the boy and brought him to live at her mother's house. In 1963 she published Another Birth. Her poetry was now mature and sophisticated, and a profound change from previous modern Iranian poetic conventions. At 4:30PM on February 13, 1967, Farrokhzad died in a car accident at age thirty-two. In order to avoid hitting a school bus, she swerved her Jeep, which hit a stone wall; she died before reaching the hospital. Her poem Let us believe in the beginning of the cold season was published posthumously, and is considered by some to be the best-structured modern poem in Persian. Farrokhzad's poetry was banned for more than a decade after the Islamic Revolution. A brief literary biography of Forough, Michael Hillmann's A lonely woman: Forough Farrokhzad and her poetry, was published in 1987. Also about her is a chapter in Farzaneh Milani's work Veils and words: the emerging voices of Iranian women writers (1992). She is the sister of the singer, poet and political activist Fereydoon Farrokhzad (1936 — 1992; assassinated? murdered? in Bonn, Germany). Translations into English include those by Sholeh Wolpe, The Sad Little Fairy Maryam Dilmaghani, Sin: Selected poems of Forough Farrokhzad. Nasser Saffarian has directed three documentaries on her; The Mirror of the Soul (2000), The Green Cold (2003), and Summit of the Wave (2004).)

Forough Farrokhzad şiirleri

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Ay, age seven Ay, the magnanimous moment of departure Whatever happened after you, happened in a mesh of insanity and ignorance.…

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A dark and chanted verse is what I am Forever bearing you In myself imbued with you Forth to the morning of eternal burgeonings and blooms…

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Now, again in the silent night, sequestrant walls, border walls like plants entwine, so they may be the guardians of my love.…

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Only you, O Iranian woman, have remained In bonds of wretchedness, misfortune, and cruelty; If you want these bonds broken, grasp the skirt of obstinacy…

The crow that flew over us and sank- in the confusion of a vagabond cloud; The crow that swiftly crossed- the extent of the sphere-…

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My silent Friday, My deserted Friday, My Friday: sad, like dusty- forsaken lanes.…

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I speak out of the deep of night out of the deep of darkness and out of the deep of night I speak.…

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The whole day, I was crying in the eyes of mirrors. Spring had handed over my window- to the green illusion of the trees.…

Why should I stop, why? the birds have gone in search of the blue direction. the horizon is vertical, vertical…

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My death will arrive one day, It may be a bright, spring dawn, It may be a distant winter dusk, Or perhaps a silent night-…

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My nights are painted bright with your dream, sweet love and heavy with your fragrance is my breast. you fill my eyes with your presence, sweet love. giving me more happiness than…

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My beloved, with his bare bold body- rose over his legs, fearless like death.…

Why shall I mind, why? Birds fled to the aquatic side, The sphere is vertical, The sphere is vertical-…

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