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Persian Poetry reading by Ziba Karbasi in San Mateo, California

Ziba Karbasi, Poet,  Author

Presented by

Persian Cultural Foundation  &
Anjoman-e Sokhan


Ziba live in London and she is in the Bay Area for a poetry seminar. We are very happy Ms karbasi had accepted our invitation to attend our meeting. This is an exclusive appearance by Ms Karbasi and we highly recommend you do not miss this occasion.  Ms karbasi will be reading poems from her latest publications followed by a Q/A period.


Date:  Sunday, February  08, 2009

Time:  1:30 to 3:30 PM

Place: Borel Estate Building

Silicon Valley Community Center

1700 South El Camino Real Room 100

San Mateo, Ca 94402

Tel: (650) 619-6800

Admission: Free


About: Ziba Karbasi was born in 1974 in Tabriz, Iran. She left Iran in 1989 and now lives between London and Paris. She has published five volumes of poetry in Farsi, all outside Iran, and continues to write prolifically. Her poetry tackles difficult themes with a mastery of craft and has received wide critical attention. She has been translated into several languages. An entire volume of her poetry is being translated into English by Stephen Watts. She was recently voted as Director of the Association of Iranian Writers in Exile. Ms. Karbasi tours on a regular basis to present her work and participate in various events.


Love is Lemony: A poem by Ziba Karbasi
Translated by Niloufar Talebi, The Translation Project

For Ali Abdolrezaei who stood by me and I never returned to myself

Now that you draw the pink veil
Off my face
Love is this very lemon
That goes lemon lemon to the orange

Lashes and neck, long
Lashes and neck bent,
Lashes back, neck askew

My head cockeyed out the nook
Over the shoulder, behind sight
Shoulders like square houses
Childhood doodle houses

We stand facing each other
Two mad souls
Neck to neck
Shoulder to shoulder
Lashes and neck

And then
A bit bent
Bend a bit to roll over
Let me blaze on your shoulder and eyes
Your eyes that kiss kiss wet my lips
Your eye that kisses wets my lips
Your eye that plunges
Into the furrow and once again we see
Nothing and coil like vine
And whirl in noise and rapture

Come! Come!
If you draw the soft pink
Love is this very lemon
That somewhat...sour...leaps...lemon

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