Mohsen

“داروگ


خشک آمد کشتگاه ِ من
در جوار ِ کشت ِ همسايه .
گرچه می‌گويند : « می‌گريند روی ِ ساحل ِ نزديک
سوکواران در ميان ِ سوکواران . »
قاصد ِ روزان ِ ابری ، داروگ ! [1] کی می‌رسد باران ؟


بر بساطی که بساطی نيست ،
در درون ِ کومه‌ی ِ تاريک ِ من که ذرّه‌ای با آن نشاطی نيست
و جدار ِ دنده‌های ِ نی به ديوار ِ اتاقم دارد از خشکيش می‌ترکد
- چون دل ِ ياران که در هجران ِ ياران –
قاصد ِ روزان ِ ابری ، داروگ ! کی می‌رسد باران ؟”
― Nima Yushij

“That's the thing about books. They let you travel without moving your feet.”
― Jhumpa Lahiri, The Namesake

“He was free, free in every way, free to behave like a fool or a machine, free to accept, free to refuse, free to equivocate; to marry, to give up the game, to drag this death weight about with him for years to come. He could do what he liked, no one had the right to advise him, there would be for him no Good or Evil unless he thought them into being.”
― Jean-Paul Sartre

“Shut your eyes and see.”
― James Joyce