Published by Sarah Uzunlar, ProMosaik Poetry Moonlight - Nima Youshiij   Moonlight’s flowing A worm is glowing, Not a breath to break slumber in the eyes and yet The thought of this sleeping bunch Breaks sleep in my watery eyes. All-seeing, stands with me the dawn Asking of me To proclaim to his fallen lot the happy tiding of its life-giving breath Alas, in my heart a thorn Breaks the hardship of this journey. Tender-bodied blossom of the plant that With love I planted, and With love I watered Alas, breaks in my bosom. My hands I chafe And knock at the gate In vain I linger That one may answer The gate and the walls, frail and flaccid, Crumble on my head. Moonlight’s flowing A worm is glowing Weary of a long journey Stands a lonely man at the village gate Knapsack on his back One hand on the knocker, he says to himself: “the thought of this sleeping bunch breaks sleep in my watery eyes.” Here you can find an introductory video about ProMosai...

Published by Sarah Uzunlar, ProMosaik Poetry  The Garden of Mirror - Ahmad Shamlou With a lamp in my hand, and a lamp shining ahead, I am on my way to fight against darkness. The cradles of weariness have stopped swaying, And in the depths a sun lightens the burnt-out galaxies. The riotous cries of lightning, When the hailstones take form in the restless wombs of clouds; And the silent pain of the vine When the baby grapes appear at the top of long, winding branches: My cry was all an escape from pain, Because, in the most horrible nights, I have been seeking the sun with a hopeless prayer. You have come from the suns, from the dawns. In a void where there was neither a God, nor fire, I have been seeking your glances and your trust with a hopeless prayer. A vital current Between two deaths In the emptiness between two solitude: Your trust is something like this! Your joy is ruthless and noble, Your breaths in my empty hands are songs and grass. I rise ! A lamp in my hand, a lamp in...