زنی آمد مرا بپوشد

by آزیتا قهرمان

100 pages, Paperback

First published January 1, 2009

About the author

Azita Ghahreman, is an Iranian poet.[1] She was born in Iran in 1962. She has written four books in Persian and one book in Swedish. She has also translated American poetry. She is a member of the Iranian Writers Association and International PEN.
She has published four collections of poetry: Eve's Songs (1983), Sculptures of Autumn (1986), Forgetfulness is a Simple Ritual (1992) and The Suburb of Crows (2008), a collection reflecting on he exile in Sweden (she lives in an area called oxie on the outskirts of Malmö) that was published in both Swedish and Persian.
Her poems directly address questions of female desire and challenge the accepted position of women.
A collection of Azita's work was published in Swedish in 2009 alongside the work of Sohrab Rahimi and Christine Carlson. She has also translated a collection of poems by the American poet and cartoonist, Shel Silverstein, into Persian, The Place Where the Sidewalk Ends (2000). And she has edited three volumes of poems by poets from Khorasan, the eastern province of Iran that borders Afghanistan and which has a rich and distinctive history.
Azita's poems have been translated into German, Dutch, Arabic, Chinese, Swedish, Spanish, Macedonian, Turkish, Danish, French and English. A new book of poetry, Under Hypnosis in Dr Caligari's Cabinet was published in Sweden in April 2012.
[edit]Books

Eva's Songs, (persian)1990
Autumn Sculptures,(persian) 1995
Where the sidewalk ends, Shell Silverstein(Translated to Persian with Morteza Behravan) 2000
The Forgetfulness has a Simple Ceremony,(persian) 2002
Here is the Suburb of Crows,(persian) 2009
four Poetry books ( collected poems 1990-2009 in Swedish), 2009
under hypnosis in Dr kaligaris Cabinet, (Swedish) 2012
Poetry Translation Center London( collected poems in English) 2012

Reviews

[Saman]

شعر چشمان تو را دزدیده بود
و دهان کودکی در خواب..

جای بدی ایستاده‌ام
و دوستت دارم، شکلی می‌شود برای باریدن

[ZaRi]

هم‌بازی استخوان‌های سفید تو
شمردن ناخن‌هایت
کاسه‌ی چشم‌ها ولب‌هایت که خالی
انتهای این لیوان بیابان است
و دهشت پرچم‌های پاره
در باد می‌اید و می‌ترساندم
اسکلت وحشی تو
می‌گوید بمان بازی کن…