A piecewise reading and musical presentation of...
Let Us Believe in the Dawn of the Cold SeasonBy Forugh Farrokhzad
And here I am,
a lonely woman
on the threshold of a cold season
at the dawn of realizing earth’s sullied existence
and the sky's blue despair
and the impotence of these hands made of cement.
Time passed.
Time passed and the clock struck four times.
Four times.
Today is the winter solstice
and I know the secret of seasons,
know the language of moments.
The Messiah sleeps in a grave
and the earth—the hospitable earth—
beckons one to serenity....
