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Two Poems by Forough Farrokhzad

AFTER YOU

O my seventh year, the year I turned seven
O wondrous moment of departure
After you everything that happened happened in a mass of craziness and
insanity

After you the window that had been such a vivid and bright connection
between the bird and us
between the wind and us
broke
broke
broke

After you that clay doll that said nothingnothing but water, water, waterdrowned in

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