Like A Hanged Pitcher Poem by Rosa Jamali

Like a hanged Pitcher
A poem by Rosa Jamali
Translated from original Persian into English by the Author


Like a hanged pitcher,
No drink is pouring off me
It's natural to get numbed gradually.

Pig-headed seashells!
This boasting sky,
Is an anchor
which has fallen on my lap
This dizzy sky!
The moon's been cleared
A shadow's coming after me
Barefooted on my dreams
You used to run!
Was it fun?

Not a single blood vessel of mine is disconnected from this land
And I won't drop!

Like a hanged pitcher
Joyful of this sky
One day a huge whale swallowed it as a whole.

And when it was too late you waved me Goodbye!

Like a hanged pitcher,
It's so simple!
I lost the game
And gambled away...