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"In This Dead End"

by Ahmad Shamloo

"They sniff your mouth
lest you've said 'I love you!'
they sniff your heart.
These are strange times, darling...

And they whip Love
on the barricades.
We must hide Love in the back room of the house.

They keep the fire burning
in this crooked dead-end of the cold
with fuel of songs and poems.

Don't endanger yourself by thinking.
These are strange times, darling...

Whoever pounds on the door at night
has come to kill the light.
We must hide Light in the back room of the house.

They are the butchers
standing at the crossroads
with logs and bloody cleavers.
These are strange times, darling...

And they excise the smile from the lips
and the song
from the mouth.
We must hide Joy in the back room of the house.

The canary roasting
over a fire of lilies and jasmine.
These are strange times, darling...

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