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The Primal Call





Where are my shoes


who was it that called Sohrab


the voice was familiar, as is air with the body of a leaf


mother is sleeping


so are Manutchehr and Parvaneh, and maybe


everybody in town


it is a summer night, an elegy quietly passing


over the moments


and a cool breeze is sweeping my sleep


along the green edges of the blanket


there is a smell of migration


my pillow is stuffed with the songs of the swallows.


Morning will come


and the sky will migrate


into this water bowl,


I must go tonight.


I spoke through the openest window with the people


in


this land


but I heard no word of the stuff of times


no eye glanced lovingly at the earth


nobody was fascinated by a garden


nobody took the magpie in the field seriously.


I feel as gloomy as a cloud


when I see Hoori


- that is our neighbor's mature girl -


under the rarest elm on the earth


studying theology.


But there are some things, some high moments


( I saw a woman poet, for example


so absorbed in space


that the sky laid eggs in her eyes,


also one night


a man asked me


how long it takes to reach the rising grapes. )








I must go tonight


I must pack the suitcase


which has enough room for my robe of solitude


and must go where


I can see epical trees


towards that wordless enormity which keeps calling me.








Somebody again called Sohrab


where are my shoes ?

How's this poem ?
it is good but shorten it up it is more like a summary then a poem becaue it is so long other wise it is really good it is very discriptive and intersting in a piont you will have to read the first part to want to read the rest of the poem.
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