Mahvash Sabet’s “The Imaginary Garden”

the Book of Pain

There was once a woman
green as the spring,
who planted her hands in a garden.
And another woman,
red as her heart
who plucked light from the bars of a prison.
And now here I am
with my own patch of soil,
growing a garden
in this tiny cell,
with poppies of love for each pane.

You need just one flower–
that’s all it takes–
to open the windows of sight.
A single verse
is quite enough
to illumine the eyes with light.

So I’ll tie my bags to the foot of the breeze
and soar high up to the top of the trees
in my garden that grows inside.
And I’ll spread wings to reach you
and soar high to teach you
how windows can open wide.
You don’t need much:
one poppy is all
it takes to open to love.
One verse is sufficient
to fill the…

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2 thoughts on “Mahvash Sabet’s “The Imaginary Garden”

  1. Norma, thank you so much for reblogging Mavash Sabet’s poetry. Her work is wonderful, the conditions of her incarceration are so awful and the injustice of her sentence so grievous that anything that can be done to spread news of her situation helps. So thank you again!

    I would also recommend your readers dropping by this post, a letter to Mavash by Alberto Manguel as part of the Day of the Imprisoned Writer movement:


    • Welcome. 🙂
      I draw so much inspiration from the lives of such people. I think they display great courage and strength both inner and outward towards life, situation and people.
      I read that letter too, quite moving.


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