Farrokhzad’s final years have been full of promising achievement. In 1962, she made a brief documentary, “The House Is Black,” a couple of leper colony the place she lived for 12 days. Narrated by Farrokhzad along with her personal verses, the movie portrays the colony as an allegory for Iranian society. While there, she adopted a younger son, Hasan Mansuri. The movie received the 1963 grand prize for documentary on the Überhausen Film Festival in West Germany.
In 1964, she revealed her landmark assortment, “Another Birth,” which established her among the many nice voices of Persian literary modernism, alongside the poets Ahmad Shamlu and Mehdi Akhavan Sales.
The assortment, whose title poem is an extended meditation on love, consists of reducing social commentary. “Oh Bejeweled Realm” satirizes the pretensions of each Iran’s Westernizing regime and its middle-class intellectuals:
Tomorrow I can,
In the backroom of Khachick’s store,
Snort a number of grams of some of the purest stuff,
Swill a number of glasses of mixed-up Pepsi-Cola,
Give out a number of oh Gods, and Hallelujahs, haw-haws, aha-aha-aha,
And formally be a part of the ranks of high-minded thinkers and an asinine Enlightenment.
Then I’ll join with the Ho-Ho School of Thought,
And put out my first nice novel
Published with a bankrupt press.
The poem ended by mocking writers who clung to conventional and decorous rhymes of their verses.
Yet Farrokhzad by no means thought of modernity and custom as mutually unique. Like the French symbolist poets whom she learn and admired in translation, she reinvented classical imagery in modernist kinds. Her final assortment, “Let Us Believe in the Beginning of the Cold Season,” revealed posthumously, was closely influenced by her studying of the 13th-century Persian mystic Jalaluddin Rumi.
“She always had one eye back on tradition, and one eye toward the future,” stated the Iranian poet Fatemeh Shams, an assistant professor of Persian literature on the University of Pennsylvania.
“Many people who left Iran in the 1980s took three books with them: Saadi, Rumi, Forough,” Shams stated, referring to the tumultuous decade after the 1979 revolution, which led hundreds of thousands of Iranians to depart their nation.
Farrokhzad died in a highway accident, coming back from lunch at her mom’s home, on Feb. 14, 1967. Hundreds mourned at her funeral. It was a uncommon gathering of many of Iran’s main intellectuals, one of the final occasions earlier than the revolution.
She was buried at Zahir al-Dowleh cemetery in northern Tehran, underneath the February snows.
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