Reflecting on Ahmad Shamloo's Poem: The Raven in Yush Valleys 🖤

I am <br />still thinking of that raven <br />in the valleys of Yush: <br />with the double rustle of its pair of black scissors <br />it cut a slanting curve <br />from the paper sky <br />and through the dry croaking of its throat <br />is said something <br />to the nearby peak <br />which the weary mountains <br />bewildered <br />under the full sun <br />repeated for long <br />in their rocky skulls. <br />Sometimes I ask myself <br />what a raven <br />with its decisive final presence <br />and its mournful persistent color <br />may have to say to the aged mountains <br />when at high noon <br />it glides over the baked ocher of a wheat-field <br />to soar atop a few aspens <br />which these tired sleepy hermits <br />repeat for long <br />together <br />at summer noontides.<br /><br />Ahmad Shamloo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-still-thinking-of-that-raven/