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         Majid Naficy 
            
          
        Majid 
          Naficy was born in Iran in 1952. His first collection of poems in Persian, 
          In the Tiger’s Skin, was published in 1969. One year later his 
          book of literary criticism, Poetry as a Structure, appeared. 
          In 1971 he wrote a children’s book, The Secret of Words, which 
          won a national award in Iran.  
          In the seventies, Majid was politically active against the Shah’s 
          regime. After the 1979 Revolution, the new theocratic regime began to 
          suppress the opposition, and more than ten relatives, including his 
          first wife Ezzat Tabaian and his brother Sa’id were executed. 
          He fled Iran in 1983 and has since published eight collections of poems, 
          including Muddy Shoes (Beyond Baroque Books, 1999) and Father & 
          Son (Red Hen Press, 2003) as well as four books of essays In Search 
          of Joy: A Critique of Death-Oriented, Male-Dominated Culture in Iran, 
          Poetry & Politics and Twenty-Four Other Essays, The Best of Nima 
          and I Am Iran Alone and Thirty-Five other Essays. He holds his doctorate 
          in Near Eastern Languages and Cultures from the University of California 
          at Los Angeles. His doctoral dissertation, Modernism and Ideology in 
          Persian Literature: A Return to Nature in the Poetry of Nima Yushij 
          was published by University Press of America, Inc. in 1997. Majid Naficy 
          is a co-editor of Daftarhaya Kanoon a Persian periodical published by 
          Iranian Writers' Association in Exile. 
         
        
          
              |   "Water 
                  Fasting" 
                "I 
                  am a mute dreamer and the world is deaf"  
                  Rumi 
                We 
                  are approaching midnight  
                  Without a conversation or a shining eye 
                  The dusty day has settled 
                  The noise of the city has died down 
                  And you are left alone in your bed 
                  Your son is dreaming in the next room 
                  And uttering words like a mute  
                  Tomorrow he is going to a summer camp  
                  And during his absence 
                  You want to pick Rumi from the shelf  
                  Hang down the pot and potlet  
                  Blow out the flame on the stove 
                  And waterfast for five days 
                  Perhaps what you haven't found in feeding 
                  You will discover in emptiness 
                  He has packed his knapsack 
                  And placed it near the front door 
                  His sneakers are shining in the dark 
                  And you are asking yourself:  
                  "What he is dreaming now?" 
                  
                Copyright 
                  © August 
                  14, 2003 Majid Naficy  
               
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