For two weeks I have been in this Palace. Nothing has happened
Baghdad’s arches and the arches of the Tigris
The story left unfinished
may turn into a poem and a poem
finished can make a story.
That’s why poets always break the lines of their poems.
And I want from among those pointless walks around Baghdad to break the line on a house in the bazaar
carpeted with many marbled stones in The Thousand and one Nights, where the ceilings
are painted turquoise and gold.
Ten dinars a month for rent!
Are you kidding?
I’m not kidding, the doorkeeper said, but whoever enters the house
gets sick and within two weeks dies.
For two weeks
I’ve been in this palace and nothing has happened.
I’ve only seen sunsets of gold.
You can hear them:
Hey, boy, you haven’t seen the palace belvedere? the doorkeeper’s wife said. But what is on the roof
other than Baghdad’s arches and the arches of the Tigris
The story left unfinished
may turn into a poem and a poem
finished can make a story.
That’s why poets always break the lines of their poems.
And I want from among those pointless walks around Baghdad to break the line on a house in the bazaar
carpeted with many marbled stones in The Thousand and one Nights, where the ceilings
are painted turquoise and gold.
Ten dinars a month for rent!
Are you kidding?
I’m not kidding, the doorkeeper said, but whoever enters the house
gets sick and within two weeks dies.
For two weeks
I’ve been in this palace and nothing has happened.
I’ve only seen sunsets of gold.
You can hear them:
Hey, boy, you haven’t seen the palace belvedere? the doorkeeper’s wife said. But what is on the roof
other than Baghdad’s arches and the arches of the Tigris
- Bijan Elahi
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