In the house of Edrisis life was going on; the engraved wall clock with the covered pinnacle of birds and flowers, a piece of work by the carpenters of Bokhara, struck 10.
Legha looked at her wrist-watch, she set it forward and stood up, she walked away from the breakfast table

To me , he was the most prominent figure in Iranian contemporary poetry, I learned a lot from him and I always assume his last collection as a panorama to the avant garde movement in Persian contemporary poetry , the halo of a great poet was with him ,the wealth of imagery, oriental themes , eastern flavour and his poetry was really rich in thoughts and expression

THE THREAT OF BEING A COLONY

The time I was writing the poem "Making Coffee To Run A Crime Story " , I was involved with my audience as it was a dramatic poem ,… as if I was acting on the stage , different voices , different tones, different narrators of the crime…, sometimes in fury and sometimes in regret ….you can see the influence of Greek Drama on that poem

Blizzard
A flimsy stone
The frostbite on the window glass
The bridge has fallen down
Silence on a metal tape
Ending to a blind full stop

O' the sorrow of your short breath
The cracks have been veined underground
It's broken like a porclain dish
!O'the sorrow of my short breath
It's a straight line
No beginning and no ending
A knife from ridged air that I've held in my breath
A vein is risen from my right atrium
I've played the last card
It's a straight line running on the rips of my cheeks
And It's a grave I've dug on my own

Like a hanged pitcher
No drink is pouring off me
.It's natural to get numbed gradually

!Pig-headed seashells
,This boasting sky
Is an anchor
which has fallen on my lap
!This dizzy sky
The moon's been cleared
A shadow's coming after me
Barefooted on my dreams
!You used to run

Many of my poems break the grammar and focus on the music of words and word play mingled with a tincture of latent satire and the relation between objects in an abstract world in which objects gradually lose their meanings and becomes symbols for satire. I am interested in lively portrayal of objects which we are in daily contact instead of the repeated and boring nightingale and rose themes. To give flight to imagination and to broaden a subject is an important preoccupation for me and such elaboration comes from our modern life and the objects with which we are in contact and which awaken our poetic sensibilities

Rosa Jamali was born in November 1977. She studied Drama in the Art University of Tehran.Her first book " This dead body is not an apple ,it is either a cucumber or a pear"was published in 1998.Pretty soon there were quite a lot of reviews about the book in the literary magazines