Eight Poems
- Eight Poems
Tonight I plan to meetWith the moonWith the full moonSeven minutesLeft till seven. [End Page 158]
I am a simple teacherFrom Kaleh Gun villageI have twenty-four studentsWith shaved headsGlowing eyesAnd round white collars. [End Page 159]
There is a celebrationAt my neighbor's houseFor an occasionI do not know. [End Page 160]
The man cameThe man came with a scythe
Clusters tangled—A severing, an arrival. [End Page 161]
A seminar of moon and sunAt the cusp of dawn. [End Page 162]
Twenty thousand milesBeneath the ocean:A line of poetry,Twisting between moss. [End Page 163]
Veteran money vendorsSteady the timesBy resting their hands. [End Page 164]
Poor loversIn the night's darknessScatter secret poemsAway from the night patrol's eyes.
VendorsVending verse. [End Page 165]
Abbas Kiarostami (1940–2016) was an Iranian film director, poet, writer, producer, and visual artist. Among the titans of contemporary cinema, Kiarostami was also a devoted poet, composing several volumes of original poetry in his lifetime, in addition to curating anthologies of classical Persian verse.
