The Window
by Forough Farrokhzad
A window to see,
A window to hear,
A round window –
like an unending well:
It should reach–
to the garnet core of Earth.
And it should release–
into its gentle, lightly air.
A window that loads lonely, little hands–
with the nocturnal scent of generous stars.
A window that invites the sun–
to the glacial exile of the blooms.
A window,
A window is enough for me.
A window to hear,
A round window –
like an unending well:
It should reach–
to the garnet core of Earth.
And it should release–
into its gentle, lightly air.
A window that loads lonely, little hands–
with the nocturnal scent of generous stars.
A window that invites the sun–
to the glacial exile of the blooms.
A window,
A window is enough for me.
