1 <br />Mouse is a sharp vessel of me singing <br />The tigers are mute <br />The claws clinging on the snow gradually... <br /> <br />2 <br />It was dark <br />Metal shape <br />And slippery on the ice <br />It was totally dark. <br /> <br />The creased moon walked on my shadow <br />I've buried the fish <br />The memory is hanged on the ceiling. <br /> <br />Keeps going <br />For centuries <br />Talks a puppet <br />And mimes a gesture. <br /> <br />The avalanche <br />Broken latticed twigs <br />It was an origami <br />Gone with the wind <br />And totally forgotten. <br /> <br />3 <br />The glass coffin behind the window <br />Time is lingering on me <br />The shadow on the pot. <br /> <br />Shivering on the window... <br /> <br />I've buried yesterday <br />My fingers don't move <br />Gripped in the time. <br /> <br />No end for the clouds <br />The lines are totally dark <br />The mirror walked in me. <br /> <br />It's chewed the buttons of my dress. <br /> <br />A flock of crows flying <br />The earth is a worn-out corridor, <br /> <br />A mass of ants invaded my house <br />It's been raining for seven hundred years <br />A blind's coming <br />And this year is a bull year... <br /> <br />4 <br />The rabbit moving on the left <br />Had the intercourse with the snow <br />It's been a bloody intercourse, <br />The rabbit flowing in my veins. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Rosa Jamali <br /> <br />(TRANSLATED FROM ORIGINAL PERSIAN INTO ENGLISH BY THE POET)<br /><br />Rosa Jamali<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-bull-year/
