The Mirror of My Heart Quotes
The Mirror of My Heart: A Thousand Years of Persian Poetry by Women
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“I wish I were like the fall...I wish I were like the fall
I wish I were like the fall, silent, with no desires at all
My wishes' leaves would one by one turn sallow-gold
My eyes' sun would grow cold
The heaven of my breast would fill with pain
And suddenly a storm of grief would seize my heart
Like rain my tears would start
And stain my dress
Oh...how lovely then, if I were like the fall
Feral and bitter, with colours seeping into one another, so beautiful
- In Love with Sadness”
― The Mirror of My Heart: A Thousand Years of Persian Poetry by Women
I wish I were like the fall, silent, with no desires at all
My wishes' leaves would one by one turn sallow-gold
My eyes' sun would grow cold
The heaven of my breast would fill with pain
And suddenly a storm of grief would seize my heart
Like rain my tears would start
And stain my dress
Oh...how lovely then, if I were like the fall
Feral and bitter, with colours seeping into one another, so beautiful
- In Love with Sadness”
― The Mirror of My Heart: A Thousand Years of Persian Poetry by Women
“I said, "Bright moon, give me my heart back to me
How long must I endure love's agony?"
He spread a thousand hearts before my eyes
And said, "Take yours, which is it? You tell me.”
― The Mirror of My Heart: A Thousand Years of Persian Poetry by Women
How long must I endure love's agony?"
He spread a thousand hearts before my eyes
And said, "Take yours, which is it? You tell me.”
― The Mirror of My Heart: A Thousand Years of Persian Poetry by Women
“I'll make my declaration:
in my unsullied hands
there's no lust to clench my fists or strike out
I'm not going to get roaring drunk
I don't think it's glorious to kill people
I wasn't raised at the table
of male supremacy
- Birthplace”
― The Mirror of My Heart: A Thousand Years of Persian Poetry by Women
in my unsullied hands
there's no lust to clench my fists or strike out
I'm not going to get roaring drunk
I don't think it's glorious to kill people
I wasn't raised at the table
of male supremacy
- Birthplace”
― The Mirror of My Heart: A Thousand Years of Persian Poetry by Women
“The roses have all gone; "Goodbye," we say, we must;
And I shall leave the busy world one day; I must.
My little room, my books, my love, my sips of wine,
All these are dear to me, they'll pass away, they must.”
― The Mirror of My Heart: A Thousand Years of Persian Poetry by Women
And I shall leave the busy world one day; I must.
My little room, my books, my love, my sips of wine,
All these are dear to me, they'll pass away, they must.”
― The Mirror of My Heart: A Thousand Years of Persian Poetry by Women
“and he’ll think the moon
is a kinder glance for leaving,
and love
a past more complete than the road,
and he’ll stand up
draw breath, blink freed
on the threshold of the short pause
that is life”
― The Mirror of My Heart: A Thousand Years of Persian Poetry by Women
is a kinder glance for leaving,
and love
a past more complete than the road,
and he’ll stand up
draw breath, blink freed
on the threshold of the short pause
that is life”
― The Mirror of My Heart: A Thousand Years of Persian Poetry by Women
“All of my moments
are simply a commentary
on the scent of your presence
the shadow of your passing by
and your leaving me
In the desert of longing for what’s gone
despised
I am stranded there, in my thirst,
like Hagar”
― The Mirror of My Heart: A Thousand Years of Persian Poetry by Women
are simply a commentary
on the scent of your presence
the shadow of your passing by
and your leaving me
In the desert of longing for what’s gone
despised
I am stranded there, in my thirst,
like Hagar”
― The Mirror of My Heart: A Thousand Years of Persian Poetry by Women
“Those past springs that I lived through without you,
What were they then but autumns, since the spring is you?
My heart is empty now of everything but you
So stay still where you are, be permanent and true
A shooting star’s a matter of impulsive moments
The star that mocks the darkness of the night is you”
― The Mirror of My Heart: A Thousand Years of Persian Poetry by Women
What were they then but autumns, since the spring is you?
My heart is empty now of everything but you
So stay still where you are, be permanent and true
A shooting star’s a matter of impulsive moments
The star that mocks the darkness of the night is you”
― The Mirror of My Heart: A Thousand Years of Persian Poetry by Women
“Whilst I can think of you, and wander in your street,
I don’t want paradise
What houri could compare with you? Beside your street
what heaven could suffice?”
― The Mirror of My Heart: A Thousand Years of Persian Poetry by Women
I don’t want paradise
What houri could compare with you? Beside your street
what heaven could suffice?”
― The Mirror of My Heart: A Thousand Years of Persian Poetry by Women
“If my heart’s yours, why hurt it as you do?
And if it’s not, why’s it so wild for you?
Moment by moment make this heartache greater
And drive this me from me now through and through”
― The Mirror of My Heart: A Thousand Years of Persian Poetry by Women
And if it’s not, why’s it so wild for you?
Moment by moment make this heartache greater
And drive this me from me now through and through”
― The Mirror of My Heart: A Thousand Years of Persian Poetry by Women
“If, for a moment, I could see you in my dreams
I’d know the sum of all this world’s delight, tonight”
― The Mirror of My Heart: A Thousand Years of Persian Poetry by Women
I’d know the sum of all this world’s delight, tonight”
― The Mirror of My Heart: A Thousand Years of Persian Poetry by Women
