ARTIST STATEMENT
Elham Sadati
My Entire Soul
My entire soul is a murky verse
Reiterating you within itself
Carrying you to the dawn of eternal bursting and blossoming
In this verse, I sighed you, AH!
In this verse, I grafted you to trees, water, and fire
Perhaps life is
A long street along which a woman with a basket passes every day Perhaps life
Is a rope with which a man hangs himself from a branch Perhaps life is a child returning home from school Perhaps life is the lighting of a cigarette?
Between the lethargic intervals of two love makings
Or the puzzled passage of a passerby Tipping his hat
Saying good morning
to another passerby with a vacant smile Perhaps life is that blocked moment
When my look destroys itself in the pupils of your eyes and in this there is a sense
Which I will mingle with the perception of the moon and the reception of darkness
In a room the size of one solitude
My heart, The size of one love
Looks at the simple pretexts of its own happiness,
At the pretty withering of flowers in the flowerpots at the sapling, you planted in our flowerbed
At the songs of the canaries
Who sings the size of one window?
This is my lot This is my lot My lot
Is a sky, which the dropping of a curtain seizes from me My lot is going down an abandoned stairway
And joining with something in decay and nostalgia
My lot is a cheerless walk in the garden of memories and dying in the sorrow of a voice that tells me:
“I love Your hands”
© Elham Sadati