I Used to Believe

Title

I Used to Believe

Author

Esmail Khoi

Translator

Ahmad Nadalizadeh

Publisher

Green Linden Press

Place of Publication

Grinnell, IA, United States

Genre

Poetry

Format

Poem in Anthology

Medium

Print

Publication Year

2021

This Translation Is a Part of

Essential Voices: Poetry of Iran and Its Diaspora

Page Number

1

Start Page

171

End Page

171

ISBN / ISSN

9780999226384

Does the translation have images?

No

WorldCat Link

http://www.worldcat.org/oclc/1256591997

Collection ?

Essential Voices: Poetry of Iran and Its Diaspora

Border

Long Exposure

Long Exposure IV

Poem for Stillness

Long Exposure V

The Mad Corner of the Room

Pattern

I Did Not Expect

Story

Winter

Namaz

Exile Diary (1956-1967)

Exile Diary

Good Faith

Letter

Death as an Absentminded Lover

The Inescapable Day

The Lost Note

Self-awareness

A Woman Out of Memory

Daf

The World Is Shaped Like a Sphere

Workshop

I Gave My Face to the Scalpel

Wine of Light

Copy

Five Scenes from Icarus

Alone -

And who?

I Was There

From Amsterdam to Tehran

After the Hunt

This Snow

Transcripts of a Camera

O Bejeweled Realm. . .

Someone Like No One. . .

Friday

from The White Plain

Glaucoma

Freedom

[poetry has washed]

[a train]

[poetry is free]

[a thing called solitude]

[poetry]

[I have something ]

Writing Cells

Of the Justice of the Liver & the Guts

Historical

Who Killed Me?

Caged Lion as Tapestry

"S-N-O-W" Fall in Tehran

Barcode

Mickey Mouse Muslim

Caught in a Caption

Ecstasy

The North, Also...

Never

To the Aged Mulberry Branch

I Used to Believe

The Orchard of the Carpet

Last Words

[A white foal]

[Yellow violets]

[Snow descends]

[Inside the shrine]

[Gently]

[As the rain comes down]

[The stray dog]

[In the assembly of black-clad mourners]

[A few school children]

[The wind]

[The autumn sun]

[In the dim light of the switchman's lamp]

[The more I think]

[The train shrieks]

From the Other Half

Nights That Burned

Persian

My Father

Life

Ghazal 2

It's Nothing

And You Behind the Lace

Of My Life

Stoning

Poetry Will Mean