“Red Rose” by Forugh Farrokhzad

Red rose.

Red rose.

Red rose.

He took me to the garden of red rose.

In the dark, hung a red rose on my wild hair then,

made love to me on the petal of a red rose.

O paralyzed doves,

virgin barren trees, blind windows!

Look! Beneath my heart,

deep inside my womb

now grows a rose;

red, red rose.

Rose, red like a flag

— a revolution.

A child.

A child.

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