- My Geography
My geography began from the fatherlandThere no one dreamt of butterflies.My father was not a skilled farmerPlanted the grief-stricken berries in his own chestGifted the turbid clouds to my mother’s faceLeft the wild boars for us.One day, the borders became tighter.The berries dried out underground.My mother turned into rain.We, not knowing how to hunt,Scattered our wound seeds on the earth. [End Page 152]
Negar Emrani was born in Mashhad, Iran. She studied biotechnology at Fer-dowsi University of Mashhad and Science and Research Branch of Islamic Azad University of Tehran. Her poems have been published in magazines including FIVE Poetry, Literati Quarterly, TINGE Magazine, and Chagrin River Review.