ABBAS SAFF ARI
A Masterpiece of Creation In 3 Acts Act 1
Frida Kahlo
The human body Is still without doubt A masterpiece of creation Even if at heart
It is forever a cunning soul.
The only ones to know this Are Frida Kahlo and I
Whose sacrilegious ingratitude Never ruffled my feathers And I don’t blame her For fatally mutilating Her own beautiful body And unibrow
In all her paintings. Act 2 Max Beckmann
The human face Is still without doubt A masterpiece of creation. The only ones to know this Are Max Beckmann and I Who attempts awkwardly To hide his beauty
And he always appears before us With the acrid cigarette
Dangling from the corner of his mouth Which only magnifies his enchanting soul And at times
When the veil of smoke is lifted The hard shell of his gaze
Emerges in the darkroom of our minds With a face that looks frightfully Like those of our departed.
Act 3 Lucian Freud
The human flesh Is still without doubt A masterpiece of creation. But only you and I know this Not Lucian Freud Who thinks the Lord Owes him a special favor And who views Your beautiful flesh
As the tormented flesh of Job In the ultimate battle Between God and Lucifer.
I can swear by your beauty Though I never saw him painting There is no doubt he dips his brush In the lifeless filth of stagnant water.
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poetsandartists.com Translated from Farsi by Elham Rassi
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