From a crack
in the ashen sky
a drop of light
falls
onto spring's first blossom.
The more
I think
the less I understand
the reason
to fear death so much.
I arrive
alone
I drink alone
I laugh alone
I cry alone
I'm leaving alone.
Autumn afternoon:
a sycamore leaf
falls softly
and rests
on its own shadow.
My shadow
keeps me company
this moonlit evening.
Nobody
can do anything
when the sky
decides to rain.
I have come along with the
wind,
on the first day of summer
the wind will carry me along
on the last day of fall.
fotos de Abbas Kiarostami
in:Walking with the Wind: Poems by Abbas Kiarostami, Trans. by Ahmad Karimi-Hakkad and Michael Beard.