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So, this isn't necessarily my strong suit BUT I took a class on analyzing Farsi and Arabic poetry once upon a time... we'll see.

The first thing that caught my eye was the personification of the mountain range as a "capable killer," which provides a profound geopolitical insight; it suggests that the geography of the region is as much a participant in its "violence" as the people could be seen as being. It’s a bold subversion of the typical pastoral winter poem, and I loved that edge. That is really intensified by the reference to "Bahman" - I know that to mean snow / heavy snow, but I do also know that to be a month in the lunar Hijari calendar.

^ The snows of the avalanche fell upon the gardens, meaning assumedly both the literal snow and the figurative emotional "coldness" of the final months of the year perhaps?

I think there's also some wordplay with the literal folk etymology of the mountain range's name as well (Kush meaning something akin to "slayer"), contrasting the beauty of the landscape with its rugged, often dangerous nature. I love the connections to geography throughout this poem, and I find that to be a very unique twist to lots of these homesick, winter-ish poems I read; such as with the reference to Khorasan, a place often associated with high culture and poetry, being resorted to as this harbour for "danger" during this time of the year.

I mean, I don't have much to critique. I think the jump from the "nightingale" in stanza 2 to the "pomegranates" in stanza 3 is a bit abrupt. Perhaps a connecting image could bridge the two images more smoothly - how do you get from birds to fruits and what do they each symbolize?

Great, great poem. I'm glad to see more diversity in YWS poetry.

best,
cocteau

I did use Microsoft Copilot so I could translate your poem and leave a review. As I started translating it, I have to say I really liked it. I like how the seasons are involved and it flows so beautifully.

''Last night, Bahman’s snow fell on Kabul’s garden.
From its cold, every rose petal cried out.

At the start of your winter, I wait for your spring,
So that spring may come and I may hear the song of that nightingale.''

This was my favorite part of your poem. Every rose petal crying out is my favorite line. The rose petals cry out because their time for blooming has ceased to a stop as the snow hits their petals.

I like how the narrator is waiting for the spring and so that they can hear the birds, the nightingale.


''Its sun is as red as a thousand pomegranates,
A sun that has come to this city from Kandahar and Zabul.

The Hindu Kush, like a Hindu, was slain,
And behind the thorns of Khorasan sits the killer of Abel.

O gardener, how long will you stay away from the garden?
With your beloved, Kabul made me wise in my youth.''


Now the rest of the poem I don't really understand how it connects to your topic.
If you could please elaborate on this part, but Overall a very beautiful poem!