Siavash Kasraii

[Incipit de « As Red as Fire, Tasting of Smoke »]

« O blessed word, freedom !
With all these wrongs,
with all our defeats,
will you in my lifetime be born ?
Will you blossom o hidden flower ?
Will you one day dwell in my poetry ?
Will you grow together with my children ?
O hidden seed,
will your tree
someday in this desert canopy over us ? » (p. 175)