Bio: Ziaeddin Torabi is an Iranian American poet residing in Sacramento, Ca. who I had the pleasure of meeting years ago at a writing conference. He holds a B.A. in English and Literature as well as an M.A. in Linguistics from Iranian Universities. Torabi has published more than 30 books of poetry.
The reasons not only the poetry was so memorable to me, but also Torabi himself is aside from being an extremely kind and gentle man, this was the first time I’d heard poetry recited in Persian or known to its native Iranian speakers as Farsi. It was an experience that touched my heart hearing the melodic lines of his poetry. Although I can’t seem to find the poem I wanted, I’d like to share another from his collection.
No, this graveyard is not so pleasant with statues along the sides of the roads and fainted distorted paintings hung on the walls Let's go back There is no shortage of graveyards There are so many villages and hamlets in this country that give shelter to the corpses of a homeless man like me You just start your hearse and go Stop the nonsense You just lie down and die I myself know my way Let me read this last one and then... No, since morning you have read so many poems that made me delirious It is not my fault that your hearse is broken as its wheels are limping No surprise for delirium