Mohsen Emadi / Two Poems


The moon always shines in vain
and wars don’t start without a reason,
but the one who goes and the one who remains
are both defeated by accident.
So look into my eyes
as you pack your bags
and say your goodbyes.
Without regret
you will carry the joy of your last cigarette
until the train starts to leave
because truth is the child of regret
and I don’t want to be your truth
So close your eyes
and kiss me
until the metal of your kisses melts in my veins
and gets cast in the indifference of the moon
because the train is approaching the station,
that is to say– beauty is the child of impossibility
and gets to be possible only in the womb of despair
where my skin
is the imagination of the earth
at the moment you snub out
your cigarette with your feet
and you turn eternal.

searchlights halt
on the sculpture of the full moon
in the abandoned station
at the moment of bombardment.


death is when the heart does not beat and the clock beats.
love is when the heart beats and the clock does not beat.
perhaps this simple comparison explains
why you glanced at your watch.
you knew that waiting is the dense bearing of eternity
and love, the miracle of mortals,
makes eternity ashamed,
but death does not wait for anybody.

the long afternoon of the summer
was going down on coffins and clock towers
the ruins knew
and you did not know
that war makes waiting invalid
and saving life
the whole Truth.

Was she dead?
Had she fled without you?
Or you were not in love any more?
The dead were not answering
The living were escaping
and love from then on
was beating
in the heartbeat of a clock

(Translated by Lyn Coffin.)