A Bird Is Just a Bird
by Forough Farrokhzad
The bird said:
What scent, what sun!
Ah, spring is ready
I will go search for my kindred match.
The bird leapt from the lip of the balcony
like a message, the bird flew and left
The bird wasn't thinking.
The bird wasn't reading the news.
The bird didn't have debt.
The bird didn't recognize people.
On the wind
and aloft streetlights
in the heights of unknowing she was flying
and madly she was experiencing
the blue moments .
The bird, oh... she was just a bird!