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Spring Sunset in Switzerland by Nikolai Matveev
Charles Baudelaire, from a letter to Caroline Aupick featured in The Selected Letters of Charles Baudelaire
Dharmendra and Sharmila Tagore in Anupama, Hrishikesh Mukherjee, 1966
Charulata (1964)
Laapataa Ladies (2024) dir. Kiran Rao
Czeslaw Milosz, from "Ars Poetica?"
“Being alive in the world means being found by that world and sometimes touched to the core in ways we would rather not experience. Growing with our bodies, all of us find ourselves at one time violated or wounded by this world in difficult ways, and still we live and breathe in this touchable, sensual world, and through trauma, through grief, through recovery, we heal in order to be touched again in the right way, as the physical consecration of a mutual, trusted invitation.” Excerpt From ‘Consolations’ by David Whyte
وقتيكه باد
كاكل دوشيزه بيد را
بر روی شانه های ترش ناز ميدهد
درمن جوانيی
از كوتلی تمام زمستان تمام برف
سوی بهار و باغچه آغاز ميشود
دستان باد
از كاكل خيالی دوشيزه كم مباد
عاصی *
When the breeze
caresses the tresses of the weeping willow
On its wet shoulders,
A seed awakens in me
The snowy mountains, covered in magnanimous snow,
Begin to move towards spring & warmth
May the hands of breeze
Never cease to caress the willow’s tresses
حُسنت به اتفاقِ ملاحت، جهان گرفت
Your beauty coalescing with elegance, conquered the world
Hafez
Mary Oliver, from "Poem" in Dream Work: Poems
With seven pillows filled with light cloud, wait for her
بسبعِ وسائدَ مَحْشُوَّةٍ بالسحابِ الخفيفِ اُنتظرها
With womanly incense filling the place, wait for her
بنار البَخُور النسائيِّ ملءَ المكانِ اُنتظرها
With manly sandalwood scent about the backs of horses, wait for her
برائحة الصَنْدَلِ الذَكَريَّةِ حول ظُهُور الخيولِ اُنتظرها ,
And don't lose patience, if she comes late, wait for her
ولا تتعجَّلْ , فإن أقبلَتْ بعد موعدها فانتظرها,
And if she comes too early, wait for her
وإن أقبلتْ قبل موعدها فانتظرها ,
Don't scare the birds sat on her braids, and wait for her
ولا تُجْفِل الطيرَ فوق جدائلها وانتظرها ,
So she can sit comfortably, like a garden in its beauty's pinnacle, and wait for her
لتجلس مرتاحةً كالحديقة في أَوْج زِينَتها وانتظرها ,
So she can breathe in this air, stranger to her heart, and wait for her
لكي تتنفَّسَ هذا الهواء الغريبَ على قلبها وانتظرها ,
Mahmoud Darwish, "A Lesson from Kamasutra"
To you the beautiful To you who rise glowingly To you who still remain When I cannot send my regards what can I do
— Kim Hyesoon, from "That Place 5," The Hell of That Star, tr. Cindy Juyoung Ok
PRINCESS MONONOKE • もののけ姫 1997 — dir. Hayao Miyazaki
Lunch in Tajikistan.
In the stillness of the night, the home laments, but you could not hear
My heart fell to its knees,
I prayed, after you, I no longer want to know..
My beloved, I am estranged without you...
اندر این کوچه ی تاریک دلم روزنی هست که در آن نقش تو را می بینم
Inside this dark alley that is my heart
A tiny window exists
Through which,
I get a glimpse of your silhouette...
خسرو نکونام