translated from the Farsi by Haleh Liza Gafori
To brood is to wander through a grove
where one sheep strays
and a hundred wolves follow.
Why did I make brooding my vocation
when awe was an option?
Thought spinner,
mull the wine of wonder.
Copyright © 2024 by Haleh Liza Gafori. This poem was first printed in Harvard Review, Issue 61. Used with the permission of the translator.