A Spider Has Spun a Web in Your Place

Ghazals by Farhad Farahmand, written in an emptied house. The door stood open; he came, and the place was there and the spider was not. Everything was visible to his eye except her. The nail holes where her picture frames had hung were still in the wall — and what was left of her, after her, was whatever could still be seen in the house. Text in Dari/Persian.

Author: فرهاد فرهمند

Original title: یک عنکبوت تار دوانده به جای تو