By Innas Tsuroiya — 10 July, 2020
after The House Is Black (Forough Farrokhzad, 1962) Look, as one must. Malaise: going with poverty, moving in pain, imparting deformity. What then is relief but keep facing, in pain. How would I escape from your face? The poet queries the wind. It will not carry us this time. Only alongside, wreathing in pain….