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Forough Farrokhzad

Commit flight to memory, For the bird is mortal.

About Me

Many thanks to "Lost Soul Studios"
With a body like a leather tablecloth
with two large and hard breasts,
in bed with a drunk, a madman, a tramp
one can stain the innocence of love.

From "Wind-Up Doll"

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Self Portray

1935 Forugh was born on January 5, in Tehran into a large family, the third of seven children.
1950 At fifteen after graduating from junior high school, she transferred to Kamalolmolk Technical School, where she studied dressmaking and painting. Both subjects had great appeal for her. She later recalled that she felt lighter in mind and that her poetry came more easily to her after dressmaking class. As for painting, Forugh found in it a permanent, second avenue of artistic expression.
1951 At sixteen Forugh fell in love and decided to marry her cousin Parviz Shapoor over the objections of families mainly because of Shapur's age.
1952 A year later Forugh's first and only son "Kamyar" was born.
1954 Forugh and Parviz Shapoor separated.
1955 Forugh's first collection, titled Asir (The Captive), contains forty-four poems was published.
1955 In September of 1955 Forugh suffered a nervous breakdown and was taken to a psychiatric clinic.
1956 In July Forugh left Iran for the first time on a nine-months trip to Europe.
1956 Forugh's second volume of verse, containing twenty-five short lyrics, called Divar (The Wall), was published, dedicated to her former husband.
1958 Forugh's third collection Esian (Rebellion), appeared and securely established her as promising yet notorious poet.
1958 Forugh's relationship with the controversial writer and cinematographer Ebrahim Golestan began and remained important in the poet's personal life until her death.
1962 Forugh made a ..ary movie about a leper's colony, titled "The House Is Black". The movie was acclaimed internationally and won several prizes.
1963 UNESCO produced a thirty minutes movie about Forugh. Also Bernardo Bertolucci came to Iran to Interview her and decided to produce a fifteen minutes movie about the poet's life.
1964 Forugh's fourth poetry collection, Tavallodi Digar (Another Birth), contained thirty-five poems which the poet had composed over a period of nearly six years was published.
1965 Forugh's fifth collection of verse called "Let Us Believe In The Beginning Of The Cold Season" is in print and was published after her death.
1967 On Monday February 14 Forugh visited her mother, who later recalled their conversation over lunch as the nicest that they ever had. From her mother's home, on the way back, with Forugh driving, her jeep station wagon swerved to avoid an oncoming vehicle and struck a wall. Thrown from her car, at the height of her creativity and barely thirty-two Forugh Farrokhzad died of head injuries. She was buried beneath the falling snow in the Zahiro-Doleh in Tehran.

My Interests

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1962 "The House Is Black"

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1955 The Captive

1956 The Wall

1958 Rebellion

1964 Another Birth

1965 Let Us Believe In The Beginning Of The Cold Season

My Blog

Window

Window One window is sufficient One window for beholding One window for hearing One window resembling a well's ring reaching the earth at the finiteness of its heart and opening towards the expanse of...
Posted by Forough Farrokhzad on Sun, 14 Jan 2007 09:15:00 PST

Age Seven

Age Seven Ay, age seven Ay, the magnanimous moment of departure Whatever happened after you, happened in a mesh of insanity and ignorance. After you, the window which was a lively and bright connecti...
Posted by Forough Farrokhzad on Sun, 14 Jan 2007 09:14:00 PST

Conquest Of The Garden

Conquest Of The Garden That crow which flew over our heads and descended into the disturbed thought of a vagabond cloud and the sound of which traversed he breadth of the horizon like a short spear wi...
Posted by Forough Farrokhzad on Sun, 14 Jan 2007 09:12:00 PST

Border Walls

Border Walls Now, again in the silent night, sequestrant walls, border walls like plants entwine, so they may be the guardians of my love. Now, again the town's evil murmurs, like agitated schools of...
Posted by Forough Farrokhzad on Sun, 14 Jan 2007 09:11:00 PST

Let Us Believe in the Beginning of the Cold Season

Let Us Believe in the Beginning of the Cold Season "Let Us Believe in the Beginning of the Cold Season" was first published in a fall 1965 issue of Arash. One of Farrokhzad's longest and most pensive...
Posted by Forough Farrokhzad on Tue, 24 Oct 2006 07:09:00 PST

Une ature naissance

Tout mon être nest qu'un verset Qui se répète en lui même Qui te portera à l'aube des éclosions Et des floraisons éternelles. Je t'ai soupiré, Je t'ai uni avec l'arbre, l'eau et le feu,Dans ce verset...
Posted by Forough Farrokhzad on Mon, 11 Sep 2006 03:54:00 PST

Le vent nous emportera

Dans ma nuit, si brève, hélasLe vent a rendez-vous avec les feuilles.Ma nuit si brève est remplie de l'angoisse dévastatriceEcoute ! Entends-tu le souffle des ténèbres ?De ce bonheur, je me sens étran...
Posted by Forough Farrokhzad on Mon, 11 Sep 2006 03:45:00 PST

I'm Depressed

I am depressed, O so depressed.I go to the porch and extend my fingersOver the taut skin of night.The lamps that link are dark, O so dark.No one will introduce me to the sunlightOr escort meTo the spa...
Posted by Forough Farrokhzad on Thu, 07 Sep 2006 03:15:00 PST

It Is Only Sound That Remains

Why should I stop, why? the birds have gone in search of the blue direction. the horizon is vertical, vertical and movement fountain-like; and at the limits of vision shining planets spin. the earth i...
Posted by Forough Farrokhzad on Thu, 07 Sep 2006 03:13:00 PST

The Wind-Up Doll

 More than this, yesmore than this one can stay silent. With a fixed gazelike that of the deadone can stare for long hoursat the smoke rising from a cigaretteat the shape of a cupat a faded ...
Posted by Forough Farrokhzad on Thu, 07 Sep 2006 03:09:00 PST