- نازنین
- چون بهار
- مادر
- A little hand and a little mouth
- ترجمه قطعه اول از مجموعه شعر اتاقک سیسیلی (SICILIAN SUITE) از DEREK WALCOTT
- ترجمه قطعه ششم از مجموعه شعر اتاقک سیسیلی (SICILIAN SUITE) از DEREK WALCOTT
- Set me free, the songbird
- ترجمه قطعه یازدهم از مجموعه شعر در ایتالیا (ّIN ITALY) از DEREK WALCOTT
- Little sparrow says there is no sorrow
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You wouldn’t believe me if I told youthat I never felt this way beforeit all happened the night I was playing my guitara little hand came in through my slippy windowand the little hand took me to plac سیاه مشق...
ما را در سایت سیاه مشق دنبال میکنید
برچسب: نویسنده: بازدید: 44 تاريخ: شنبه 28 دی 1398 ساعت: 15:26
Like a blackbird that shot out of the daylightinto the benign gloom of the studio, butting the glassfluttering and darting then thudding it againas if it were searching for a cage that calmslike my mi سیاه مشق...
ما را در سایت سیاه مشق دنبال میکنید
برچسب: نویسنده: بازدید: 53 تاريخ: شنبه 28 دی 1398 ساعت: 15:26
"there never really was a "we" or "ourswhatever each enjoyed was separatea drizzle's drift, the slant of arrowing showerson a hot road, on roofs, made them elatebut with a joy defined by separationthe سیاه مشق...
ما را در سایت سیاه مشق دنبال میکنید
برچسب: نویسنده: بازدید: 47 تاريخ: شنبه 28 دی 1398 ساعت: 15:26
,we all live as if we have the leverage of eteity,the wrinkled face and faded slacks of hair.come as a shock in the moing mirror,we betray the death planning subtle murmurs!all about how to be for سیاه مشق...
ما را در سایت سیاه مشق دنبال میکنید
برچسب: نویسنده: بازدید: 36 تاريخ: شنبه 28 دی 1398 ساعت: 15:26
,if all these words were different-colored pebbles,with little pools that the blue heron might drink froma mosaic sheeted and glazed by the vanishing bubbles,of the shallows, and bannered waves marchi سیاه مشق...
ما را در سایت سیاه مشق دنبال میکنید
برچسب: نویسنده: بازدید: 47 تاريخ: شنبه 28 دی 1398 ساعت: 15:26
I am standing on a boundless cliff as far as my eyes reach
watching restless waves buffing their head against seashore
gleeful sparrows going after tides recoiling their feet
then playfully let the rolling surfs follow their feet to the edge
I leave no imprint as of their timeless cheer on sheeny sands
My sole fingerprints were already metamorphosed into silent vows
but theirs were endless greets of joy to distant vibrant waves
سیاه مشق...ما را در سایت سیاه مشق دنبال میکنید
برچسب: نویسنده: بازدید: 42 تاريخ: شنبه 28 دی 1398 ساعت: 15:26