Hoda Afshar The Smell of Nârenj

 

It was evening—
And one could hear the sound
of the minds of plants

The traveller arrived, and sat
on an easy-chair
beside the lawn

And the lines of the road were lost
in the sorrow of the meadows

*

What strange valleys!
And the horse—do you remember?
It was white
And it grazed upon the green silence of the plains
like a pure word

*

Neither these fragrant minutes that grow silent
on nârenj branches
Nor the honesty of these words that lie
between the silence of two leaves
of a wallflower—
Nothing could release me from
the silent rush
of the surroundings

*

The traveller’s glance fell upon the table
He said:
“What beautiful apples!
Life thirsts for solitude”

And the host asked:
“What is beautiful?”

Beautiful is
the love-struck interpretation
of images

Excerpts from “The Traveller” by Sohrab Sepehri

 

Images taken in Iran 2014. All images © courtesy of Hoda Afshar/Excerpts from “The Traveller” by Sohrab Sepehri.

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