REMEMBRANCE - Sohrab Sepehri

The long shadow of the clock’s pendulum
Was oscillating over the endless plain
To and fro
To and fro
And I was drawing the image of my short dream
On the shining sands of the plain,
A dream that had drunk the buing heat of hell
In whose air my life had melted.
It was a sleep at whose end
My life also came to an end.

I was drawing the image of my dream
And in its amazement my eyes had lost the oscillation of the clock’s pendulum.
How could I pour all the heat of my yesterday’s dream?
In the space less veins of that image
I was drawing the picture of my dream,
Something was missing there.
I bent over my body
A hole had opened in my existence.

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