Yadollah Royai (1932–2022), a seminal figure in modern and experimental Iranian poetry, was the author of eight books of poetry and four books of essays and interviews. His writing is the subject of several works of criticism. Royai was named Chevalier of the Order of Arts and Letters by the French Ministry of Culture and was nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature.
Forough Farrokhzad Folio
Summer 2025
Melancholia #6
Night, at a gallop of the dark horsea line of trees remains.In the four galaxies of the horseshoe,a line of trees was passing without a neigh.A severed vein opened its […]
Forough Farrokhzad Folio
Summer 2025
Melancholia #5
For in the heavens,the binding of my travel journal.I sowed with the sun,in the limbless alleys, in the doorways empty of women,I was scorched by the sun.It’s hard to picture […]
Forough Farrokhzad Folio
Summer 2025
Carnal
Appeaser of the body, restless ruler,the answer to all forms of anxiety!When the motion of an instinct gave birth to meand forces of the wind wrote my nameon the green […]
Poetry
Winter 2007
Yazdgerd’s Stone
From the Persian. Among the ghosts who speak to each other about the world of the living, Yazdgerd's ghost in the mill says to the millstone: Don't speak to […]
Poetry
Winter 2007
Fardid’s Stone
From the Persian. The stone illuminated with a sickle and letters of the Persian alphabet (Nast'aliq script, honey tree, pistachio tree), a bee's hive, and the grape's fear of […]
Poetry
Winter 2007
Talāyeh’s Stone
From the Persian. Shoulders that they placed back to the wall and the wall that became sky. Chiseled in relief on the stone. In a corner of the tomb, […]
Poetry
Winter 2007
Cyrus’s Stone
From the Persian. The stone will be cut in the shape of an open book, a hand of a clock broken upon it. From Cyrus who read on a […]
Poetry
Winter 2007
Tāhereh’s Stone
From the Persian. The tomb's design engraved, a few letters of the alphabet with pebbles strewn over the stone and feet. The railing around the stone is white and […]
Poetry
Winter 2007
Mansour’s Tomb
From the Persian. Old Iblis Rose somberly And the children of the trenches Slept In the corners of never That day In the corners of never The finger Was […]