Ars poetica (Art of poetry)
A poem by Farideh Hassanzadeh
Ars poetica (Art of poetry)
Politicians, when speaking of peace
I remember the bloody flags,
the tombs of the unknown soldiers
and the rain of falling bombs.
Even when they speak of liberty
I see the darkness of solitary cells
and I hear the howls of prisoners.
But when a poet speaks of his dreams
for peace and liberty
I imagine a man, making love,
his eyelids closed,
his shoulders shining with dews,
and his heart beating so ardently
as the heart of a bird
who knows how to sing in a cage
to invite the other birds
from the far frosts
lost in the everlasting fogs.

About the Author:
Farideh Hassanzadeh is an Iranian poet, translator and anthologist. Her poems appear in the anthologies: Letters to the World(U.S.A), Contemporary Women Poets of Iran, Anthology of Best Women Poets, After Shocks(U.S.A) ,the World Best Love Poems (India), Choice Words: Writers on Abortion(U.S.A), Heartbeat: Poems of Family and Hometown(Canada)and an anthology of environment in India.
She was nominated for the Pushcart Award for the poem:” in answer to my daughter, why did you give birth to me”
She is the author of Eternal Voices: Interviews with Poets East and West and The Last Night with Sylvia Plath: Essays on Poetry. In addition, she has translated poems by great international poets, which are published in more than 17 anthologies.
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May 30, 2024 at 4:22 AM
This poem could make a perfect film. It potrays the contrast between the truth/poetry and lies/politics most effectively by images of love and death.
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May 24, 2024 at 5:18 PM
This poignantly beautiful piece made me wonder if we can ever have politicians who are poets…
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May 23, 2024 at 8:43 AM
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May 22, 2024 at 7:28 AM
This poem hits hard…particularly under the current political circumstances…
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May 21, 2024 at 1:33 PM
The truth of this poem touched me deeply. Politicians, newspaper headlines ignore the reality on the ground, the individuals who are the ones that make up both the war and the peace, who have losses and hopes perhaps less broad reaching but at the same time more vibrant. May their dreams come true
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May 21, 2024 at 9:46 AM
the music in those last two lines is wonderful
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