Iran literature
Saturday, August 16, 2003
An interesting literary news
”Say That Poetry and Hyacinthes are rightful not Cluster bombs”
from Iranian poet Alireza Ghazveh
That had been translated by me in English, has been selected as a “poem of the day” in
“poets against the war”. This site is faithful and famous. See the translation of this poetry in this address:
http://poetsagainstthewar.org/poemsoftheday.asp
Friday, August 15, 2003
Desperation
A morning
I sat on park bench, beside the Desperation! Desperation had donned a nut-brown T-shirt and a navy-blue, pin stripe trousers!
And had a dusty woolen cap on!
I picked up the night and poured it in a glass And drank it!
Suddenly
my whole being changed to nightfall!
Hadi Mohammadzadeh
This poetry has been translated from Farsi by myself
Thursday, August 07, 2003
· A success for Spring in Elevator
· “Spring in Elevator” from Iranian poet Alireza Ghazveh that it had been translated by me in English, reached to semifinal’s stage in competitions of poetry.com and there's yet a chance for final. Poetry.com is an important poetic site and it is concerned with The International Library of Poetry and has 5.1 million members and visitors and it’s station is in Washington.
Site‘s authorities and Poetry’s Committee showed their trust in this poem for especial artistic view.
Tuesday, July 15, 2003
A short poem from Alireza Ghazveh
translated by Hadi Mohammadzadeh
If we Stop here this time
We will Stop forever
And this train that arrives
takes Rails and stations with himself!
Thursday, June 12, 2003
Say That Poetry and Hyacinthes are rightful not Cluster bombs.
Alireza Ghazveh (Iranian poet)
Edited by Dr. Tahere Saffarzadeh
Translator: Hadi Mohammadzadeh
Notes on the third war
O God! You who are Creator of Mussa and Pharaoh.
That you can convert minor George Bush into a sparrow or an alligator!
O God! that you created Satan from angel
And you who pull out fire through the water.
You created Eve from the left flank of Adam
And, Osame bin Laden from the left flank of Bush.
O God! you who are Creator of Eggplant and United Nations!
Creator of Security Council and backgammon!.
I search for your prophets miracles's address.
O God! you who are Creator of both Iraq and Washington.
That you set up Iraq as the land of old civilization And Washington as the land of missile and buffalo.
O God! you who are Creator of both the poetry and childish orations of the Presidents.
Say that Poetry and Hyacinthes are rightful not Cluster bombs.
O God! you who are Creator of sky-scraperes out of oil.
O God! you who are Creator of Naseriya and Baghdad children from Hanging Gardens bone.
O God! you who are Creator of Stalin and Menachem Begin.
O God! you who are Creator of Marxes and Awacses you who hung Saddam over the Hammurabi land.
You who placed King of Kuwait in the matchbox.
The mass graves of south Iraq's God! Divert From the Najaf's Vadi-al-salam Hood the prophet and Saleh the prophet to us, with a miracle.
We are waiting for a miracle apart from oil.
Then O Arab's coffee-houses and water pipes , onward! a few paces.
O cabarets with your dancers ,onward! a few paces.
O juggler's sleight of a matchbox ,who come out wax and brush from that, Aback! a few paces.
O Ordoghan And goal in ninety minute , in friendly goal ,who put up your sky at auction,aback! a few paces.
Oh my God! what is Mozaffar al Navvab writing now?
Which poetry has hiden Mohammad Al-Maghut's in his coffee?
O God! you who are the Creator of poetry and Schiller
O God! you who are the Creator of Khayyam and Hafiz and Goethe
O God! you who are the Creator of Lorca , Neruda and Ritsos
What would happen if instead of Huntington and Tony Blair and Jack Straw ,
instead of Bush and Rumsfeld and Pawell ,
you had created an Eliot?
Or at least
you had created from the Wasteland's cows
a sparrow or even an alligator!
Tuesday, May 27, 2003
A short poem from Alireza Ghazveh
The singularity’s springs are imminent.
A flower will germinate tomorrow
That it
decimates the winds!
Sunday, May 04, 2003
A poem
Alireza ghazveh
translator: hadi mohammadzadeh
Hello
"Hello, who are you?",
"Sir ! I'm Death"! I was Dialing your telephone number year after year, Much Your life was busy!
Monday, April 28, 2003
Spring in elevator
Alireza Ghazveh(Iranian poet)
translator:hadi mohammadzadeh
The electric current had been disconnected
and Spring had caught in elevator!
And it had rained in it!(elevator).
Well!
when electric current has been disconnected
The moon adheres on sky’s roof!
And the meridians and orbits adheres on Earth’s roof!
This (to adhere on sky’s and Earth’s roof) isn’t a very serious matter
But this Rains and Thunderbolts are serious!
And the truth is that sometimes
The Spring catches in elevator too!
Tuesday, April 08, 2003
Alireza Ghazveh (Iranian poet)
translator: Hadi Mohammadzadeh
Notes of third war
Say! Poem and knots are right not Cluster bombs.
O God! that you are Creator of Mos'a and Pharaoh together with
That you can convert minor George(Bush) into a sparrow or a gator!
O God! that you created Satan from angel
And you pullout fire through the water.
You created Eve through the left flank of Adam
And, Osame bin Laden through the left flank of Bush.
O God! that you are Creator of Eggplant and United Nations!
Creator of Security Council and backgammon!.
I huntes for the your prophets miracles address.
O God! that you are Creator of Iraq and Washington together with.
That you set up Iraq as old civilization land.
And Washington as missile and buffalo land.
O God! that you are Creator of poem and childish orations of Presidents together with.
Say! that Poem and knots are right not Cluster bombs.
O God! that you are Creator of toweres from the petroleum.
O God! that you are Creator of Naseriya and Baghdad children from "Hanging Gardens" bone.
O God! that you are Creator of Stalin and Menachem Begin.
O God! that you are Creator of Marxes and Aawacses
That you hung Saddam over the Hammurabi land.
You placed King of Kuwait in the matchbox.
O God's the mass tombes of south Iraq!
Divert! From the Najaf's (vadi-al-salam) prophet Hood and prophet Saleh to us, with a miracle.
We are waiting for a miracle except petroleum.
Then O Arab's coffeehouses and water pipes , Onward! a few paces.
O Cabarets with your dancers ,Onward! a few paces.
O sleight of hand's matchbox ,who comes out wax and brush from that, Aback! a few paces.
O Ordoghan And goal in ninety minute , In friendly goal ,who put up at auction your sky ,Aback! a few paces.
Oh my god
what is (Modaffar al Navvab) writing now?
which poem has hiden in Mohammad Al-Maghut's coffee?
O God! that you are Creator of poem and Schiller
O God! that you are Creator of Khayyam and Hafiz and Goethe
O God! that you are Creator of Lorca and Neruda and Ritsos
What was happen if instead of Huntington and Tony Blair and Jack Straw ,
instead of Bush and Rumsfeld and Pauel ,
you had created an Eliot?
Or at least
you had created from the (Wasteland)'s cows
a sparrow or even a gator!
