Liz’s Weekly Poetry Series: Iranian Poet Executed
I wrote a post last June about killing poets. In that post I looked at allegations that Pablo Neruda was poisoned by agents of Pinochet’s regime. That suspicion was put to rest after tests from the exhumed remains of Neruda found no evidence of poison.
The same can’t be said for Hashem Shaabani, an Iranian poet who was killed by hanging after being imprisoned and tortured for 3 years:
Freedom House has condemned the execution in Iran of acclaimed poet and activist Hashem Shaabani.
The watchdog said Shaabani, 32, was put to death on January 27.
An Islamic Revolutionary Tribunal reportedly had sentenced the poet to death, along with 14 others, last July on charges that included “waging war on God.”
I went to my library to look for a poem today, and decided something from the Persian poet Rumi would be appropriate.
Inside this new love, die.
Your way begins on the other side.
Become the sky.
Take an axe to the prison wall.
Walk out like someone suddenly born into color.
Do it now.
You’re covered with thick cloud.
Slide out the side. Die,
and be quiet. Quietness is the surest sign
that you’ve died.
Your old life was a frantic running
The speechless full moon
comes out now.