I am depressed. O so depressed.
I go to the porch and extend my fingers
Over the taut sky of night.
The lamps that link are dark, O so dark.
No one will introduce me to the sunlight
Or escort me
To the sparrows’ gathering.
Commit flight to memory,
For the bird is mortal.
– Forugh Farrokhzad, Translated from the Persian by Michael C. Hillmann