{"id":167,"date":"2006-09-26T13:44:21","date_gmt":"2006-09-26T13:44:21","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mahmag.org\/nucleus-import\/?p=167"},"modified":"2006-09-26T13:44:21","modified_gmt":"2006-09-26T13:44:21","slug":"small-sad-planet-mahnaz-badihian","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mahmag.org\/archive-english\/small-sad-planet-mahnaz-badihian\/","title":{"rendered":"Small Sad Planet&#8212;-Mahnaz Badihian"},"content":{"rendered":"<p> <b>Today<\/b> I can write <br \/>\nMy happiest poem <br \/>\nAnd I can enjoy birds  happy chirps<br \/>\nSeed by seed <br \/>\nEven in this world which is <br \/>\nA Small sad planet<\/p>\n<p><b>Today <\/b>every strand of my hair<br \/>\nIs wrapped in a poem  And the light<br \/>\nFlashing in my eyes <br \/>\nBrightens my hands  <br \/>\nEven in the darkness of<br \/>\nThese rushfull days <br \/>\n<!--more--><br \/>\n<b>Today <\/b>I can recite<br \/>\nMy happiest poem filled with trust<br \/>\nWashed with peace and<br \/>\nCovered in love.<br \/>\nBut I am asking: what am I in love with<br \/>\nIn this world filled with hate, anger and War<\/p>\n<p>Today I am fresh <br \/>\nAnd the cells in my body multiply One by one <br \/>\nI am alive still and <br \/>\nTill the sun can rise<br \/>\nPoppies bloom in a season of womanhood <br \/>\nEven in the field with this many sad tulips crying<\/p>\n<p>\n<b>Today<\/b> my moon-light ridden face <br \/>\nWas polished with the sands of Zayandeh rud <br \/>\nAnd the algae  from Thames river<br \/>\nAnd I wrote my happiest  poem <br \/>\nEven where we are all alone in<br \/>\nThis small sad planet of ours <\/p>\n<p>\nToday with the presence of<br \/>\nThe moon and the sun<br \/>\nAnd with the gazes of roses <br \/>\nI am still in love Even in this<br \/>\nBitterness of human conflict<br \/>\nIn our smal sad planet<\/p>\n<p>By Mahnaz Badihian<br \/>\n&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8211;<br \/>\ndedicated to P. Neruda<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Today I can write My happiest poem And I can enjoy birds happy chirps Seed by seed Even in this world which is A Small sad planet Today every strand of my hair Is wrapped in a poem And the light Flashing in my eyes Brightens my hands Even in the darkness of These rushfull <a href='https:\/\/mahmag.org\/archive-english\/small-sad-planet-mahnaz-badihian\/' class='excerpt-more'>[&#8230;]<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":550,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[45],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mahmag.org\/archive-english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/167"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/mahmag.org\/archive-english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/mahmag.org\/archive-english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mahmag.org\/archive-english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/550"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mahmag.org\/archive-english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=167"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/mahmag.org\/archive-english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/167\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mahmag.org\/archive-english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=167"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mahmag.org\/archive-english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=167"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mahmag.org\/archive-english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=167"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}