Poetry Month

I’m Sad by Forugh Farrokhzad

I’m sad
I’m sad

I go to the veranda and feel with my fingers
The taut skin of the night

No one will introduce me
To the sun
No one will take me to the feast of the sparrows

Keep in mind the flight
The bird is to die

(from A Book of Women Poets ed. Barnstone)

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