Two Poems from “Standing on Earth”
Bilingual recordings by the author and Lyn Coffin
Death is when the heart does not beat and the clock beats.
Love is when the heart beats and the clock does not beat.
Perhaps this simple comparison explains
why you glanced at your watch.
You knew that waiting is the dense endurance of eternity
and love, the miracle of mortals,
makes eternity ashamed,
but death does not wait for anybody.
The long summer afternoon
was going down on coffins and clock towers
the ruins knew
and you did not know
that war makes waiting invalid
and saving life
the whole Truth.
Was she dead?
Had she fled without you?
Or you were not in love anymore?
The dead were not answering.
The living were escaping
and love from then on
the pulsing of a clock.
The moon always shines in vain
and wars don’t start without a reason,
but the one who goes and the one who remains
are both defeated by accident.
So look into my eyes
as you pack your bags
and say your goodbyes.
you will carry the joy of your last cigarette
until the train starts to leave
because truth is the child of regret
and I don’t want to be your truth.
So close your eyes
and kiss me
until the metal of your kisses melts in my veins
and gets cast in the indifference of the moon
because the train is approaching the station,
that is to say – beauty is the child of impossibility
and gets to be possible only in the womb of despair
where my skin
is the imagination of the earth
at the moment you
crush your cigarette with your foot
and you turn eternal.
on the sculpture of the full moon
in the abandoned station
at the moment of bombardment.
Translations from the Farsi
By Lyn Coffin with the author