Who is on the plum tree?
I have great pleasure introducing Mahasty Eslahy to the plum tree. Mahasty has been delighting us all on Facebook sharing her poems and art, and we thank her sincerely. Mahasty also gives us some of her stunning art work to illustrate her piece. Very recently, Mahasty has lost her beautiful sister through illness. I am sure you would all like to join with me in sending our love to her and her family.
By Mahasty Eslahy
Poetry is a way of life, and I cannot imagine not reading and writing verses. In fact, writing poetry is being home for me. I call this home, “Poetry House”. Dwelling in this place generates safety for me. Writing poetry is a manner of awakening into a vibrant existence. Different stories circle, are symbolised and personified and written in this peculiar expressive language. Thoroughly ordinary language to me, most of the time bears misinterpretations – whereas poetry can be interpreted by the readers not as a statement but as a scenario with their own participations, through their own life experiences. So it can be said that poetry is the occurrence of the candor, the occasion of truthfulness, and episode of openness. Notwithstanding to me, it is the chattel of free will and autonomy. I feel and see speed of the light when I write a poem, as through writing, the pain that has stimulated me to record a special outlook, can be healed in a very short time. I fall in love over and over when I write a new poem. I declare justly that, writing poetry evolves my captive emotions to the freed sensations.
Poets that influenced my world, view, and writing
Forough Farokhzad, and then Sohrab Sepehri are the first poets that I started to read their works, while still, my ears were familiar with Hafez and Molana’s poetry since I was very young, as my father’s advice to us were mostly some lines of their poetry.
Forough was an anarchist poet and a woman who tried to convey her repressed desires at those days, although, women could not even think that they had rights for expressing their desires, and in one of her love poems she says, “You inflamed my ardent longing, hence consigning my poems are blazed and kindled”. She roared in her poems that she wants to have her voice through her poetry, and her voice passed through my ears and hooked into my heart. And Sohrab Sepehri was a poet who had a revolutionary view approaching to religion, but in a very simple and unique metaphoric trend. He was labeled as a pagan, but very popular in those days as another anarchist, regarding to religion. In fact he created an earthy religion, or religion of love towards nature and all simple things around human beings. I adored him, as he said very complicated things with straightforward and understanding language. Hafez and Molana then after, became the poets, philosophers, and sophists helping me to explore what life and being were and are. In fact they put me into no dead end path with various existence and identities.