By Farnoosh Fathi b. 1981 Farnoosh Fathi
Left a hole on fire agony or was it the sun
on the banks and near duets?
Eagles with the white wine of the sun
clink and spill, tall
grass over head and heels
. . . Space of hell: shy, inscribed already
but alone— I think I can be that

again, a new hole in the ongoing flute.
In a leap, the country glows— to hone
the fate that wonder exacts,
to go netted through that much,
so heavy as paperweights angels land
square on chaparral nerves.
And since names must give in spades,
out of sorts like these, your reactions
may swell great fountain lips—
a promise that a wish will purge
or pennies caravan the safe
return hearts cross.

Farnoosh Fathi, "Brasil" from Great Guns. Copyright © 2013 by Farnoosh Fathi.  Reprinted by permission of Canarium Books.

Source: Great Guns (Canarium Books, 2013)

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Poet Farnoosh Fathi b. 1981


Subjects Love, Desire, Realistic & Complicated

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Farnoosh Fathi was born in 1981 in Lafayette, Louisiana to Iranian parents. Raised in California, she attended Chadwick School and UCLA. She earned an MA from NYU and a PhD in creative writing and literature from the University of Houston. Her poems have appeared in Tin House, Boston Review, High Chair, Fence, and other journals. Her translations of poetry have appeared in Circumference and Jacket2, her interviews with poets can . . .

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