A review by dianapharah
Let Us Believe in the Beginning of the Cold Season: Selected Poems by Forugh Farrokhzad

3.5

Very beautiful and emotionally driven. Especially raw and authentic to one’s personal truth as a woman in Iran during this time; Farrokhzad was truly a revolutionary for, but not limited to, the poetic form. Her mastery of words, the way she picks and arranges them to paint a unique picture of a not-as-unique human feeling we can all relate to on some level, is spectacular and inspiring! 

”Hello, O strange loneliness I surrender the room to you because the dark clouds
are always prophets bringing new purifying verses and in the martyrdom of one candle is the illuminated secret that the last and longest-lasting flame knows well

Let us believe
Let us believe in the beginning of the cold season
Let us believe in the ruined gardens of imagination in the scythe hanging upside down and idle and the incarcerated seeds
Look at how hard the snow is falling. . . 

Perhaps the truth was those two young hands, those two young
hands
that were buried under the continually falling snow and next year, when spring
makes love with the sky beyond the window and in its body fountains of feathery green stalks bubble up it will blossom, O my love, O my most unique love

Let us believe in the beginning of the cold season. . .”