{"id":328,"date":"2007-11-15T09:35:07","date_gmt":"2007-11-15T09:35:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mahmag.org\/nucleus-import\/?p=328"},"modified":"2007-11-15T09:35:07","modified_gmt":"2007-11-15T09:35:07","slug":"three-poems-by-tina-ehrami","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mahmag.org\/archive-english\/three-poems-by-tina-ehrami\/","title":{"rendered":"Three Poems by Tina Ehrami"},"content":{"rendered":"
https:\/\/www.ri.sch.edu.sg\/departments\/aesthetics\/studentwork.html<\/div>\n

\nGnostic Turpitude<\/b><\/p>\n

by Tina Ehrami<\/i><\/p>\n

I am invited to a beheading at dawn.
\n-“Whose beheading?”<\/p>\n

My own, and no, my fears are all gone.
\n-“What for?”Haven’t you heard, it’s the Gnostic turpitude.
\n-“What is that?”<\/p>\n

It’s a social crime, vague and in multitude.
\n-“Who accused you?”<\/p>\n

It was Ignorance and Distortion, you see.
\n-“Who are they?”<\/p>\n

Those who blindly search for the key.
\n-“Which key?”<\/p>\n

It is the one that opens their eyes.
\n-“Then why accuse you?”<\/p>\n

Because reflections are what they despise.
\n-“And now you die?”<\/p>\n

Only tomorrow, but I will rise again.
\n-“How?”<\/p>\n

Like a verbal phoenix of my pen.
\n-“And then?”<\/p>\n

I invite Ignorance and Distortion for coffee,
\nGnostic turpitude will of course haunt me,
\nAnd beheading and rising will just maybe set us free.<\/p>\n

\nL=The Markov Chain<\/b><\/p>\n

It was an evening in June<\/p>\n

When like a monsoon<\/p>\n

Liberation came (with the capital L)*<\/p>\n

With a single name (for which I fell)<\/p>\n

Though now a different moon<\/p>\n

Has come so soon<\/p>\n

It remains the same (of the capital L)*<\/p>\n

And no way to tame (the enchanting spell)<\/p>\n

Every day is a day in June<\/p>\n

In which we maroon<\/p>\n

Without a trace of shame (for the capital L)*<\/p>\n

For our burning flame (in our every cell)<\/p>\n

*L=Pr<\/p>\n

Pr(Xn+1=X)I Xn=Y) = Pr(Xn=XIXn-1=Y)<\/p>\n

\nWind Brings, Wind Takes<\/b><\/p>\n

Do not torment me, oh wind
\nWith your restless remembrance
\nOf menacing soft whispers<\/p>\n

It is not fair to make be wander
\nDancing in fantasies and illusions
\nOn the faint melody of mercy<\/p>\n

Do not seduce me, oh wind
\nTo follow your infinite destiny
\nOn a single fallen orange leaf<\/p>\n

Let me sit in this darkened room
\nThat from time to time lightens
\nWith the fireflies of simple joy<\/p>\n

Do not leave me, oh wind
\nDrifting in this endless ocean
\nWithout stars above to find me<\/p>\n

Let me cling on to your last breath
\nHeld in a rapture of autumns tale
\nTo float on the horizon of a rising sun<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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