Notes of a Night by Hiva Panahi

Notes of a Night, by Hiva Panahi 

Don't want the eyes of those whose hearts are blind

get up and walk in the dark

If blood is running from your wounds

Let them in the wings of the stars

Get up and walk in the dark.

Look at the stones that broken, running  rivalry

Butterflies fall into these waters

The rocks take off wings

The lower plain screams

All your life a grass in the wind

Don't want the eyes of those whose hearts are blind

Get up and walk in the dark...

Don't seek the eyes of those whose hearts are blind

Get up and walk in the dark

If blood is running from your wounds

Let them be the wings of the stars

Stand up and walk in the dark.

Look at the broken stones that are running in the river

The butterflies fall in these waters

The rocks take off wings

The lower plain screams

All your life a grass in the wind

Don't seek the eyes of those 

Whose hearts are blind

Stand up and walk in the dark      2021                                                        

One of the heavy nights of my persecution in Athens/ by Hiva Panahi

 

 

I couldn't deny the cold weather of 2012; it had permeated every part of my body with this unusual freezing, and my breaths came with difficulty, cold and endless glaciers. I was alone with my laptop feeling like the last stone of the world waiting to be blown down into the abyss; I looked with deep tenderness at my computer; it was the only thing I had, the only one that would be able to carry my voice and my appeals to the world from the cliff of life in this phase.
I looked at it and it stared at me, like those windows that were blowing in our backyard at my parent's home, while my heart was flooded with dreams. Now it's like I'm watching a tragic piece of cinema, a movie in the middle of winter, the voice of a Starbuck's employee: We will be closing in 10 minutes. With great gratitude I look at her and I say, "Okay". I leave the cafe and continue walking; the city of Athens is not the same at all, and my tears fall down. I say to myself, "Don't cry please," and take another sedative. My laptop and I would stay in the medical school reading room until morning again. I was counting the moments and awaiting my death in Athens.

 

 

 

 

A Woman from Ashes by Hiva Panahi

 

 

 

 

The lady of the Ocean 

 

 

A recording in the blood

in the eyes

on the lips

and the skin when is glowing

And a time of deep shine

I hear you dear ocean

accompany me please, whole your life 

 

18/9/2022 

 

Hiva 

Hiva Panahi poetry works will set to music in Brazil

Humbly I should inform you that part of my poetry works will be also set to music soon at Brazil University for the benefit of Ms. Heather Dea Réder Ph.D. candidate and her amazing research around Enthicomusicology

Επιτρέψτε μου να σας ενημερώσω πως μερικά από τα ποιήματά μου θα μελοποιηθούν σύντομα στη Βραζιλία από τον Ph.D. υποψήφια Heather Dea Réder; επίσης ένα κεφάλαιο της πραγματείας της θα είναι για το ποιητικό μου έργα, η κοσμοθεωρία και οι συνθήκες που ενέπνευσαν την γραφή τους!

Hiva Panahi poems translated into Bengali language in India by Rudra Kinshuk

 

Μόλις έμαθα πως μερικά ποιήματα μου έχουν μεταφραστεί στην Ινδία.Δόξα τω Θεώ, κάθε φωτεινό κομμάτι είναι κομμάτι της δικαιοσύνης για μένα κι την ζωή μου, ευχαριστώ Θεέ μου. Just I learned that part of my poetry works had been also translated into the Bangali language in India. Thank God, thank Lord, each light is a piece of justice to me and into my life, I am extremely grateful!

A Woman from Ashes by Hiva Panahi

 

 

My letter to myself and to all about poetry is that: 

- Poetry expresses that which can not say it into a simple conversation and that which cannot remain silent!

Μικρές Γκρίνιες Μιας Γυναίκας, Χίβα Παναχί

Η σύλληψη και η γέννηση ενός παιδιού δεν είναι από μόνη της μητρότητα, αλλά η συνείδηση της. Δηλαδή, κοσμογονική - εκίνηση του σύμπαντος, ΘΕΟΣ, ΦΩΣ,ΝΕΑ ΖΩΗ =πίστη σε κάθε καλό στον κόσμο...

A Woman from Ashes by Hiva Panahi

The tears of waiting have greatness,the tears of innocence are a dream,the tears of grief are bitter tears,the tears of persistence are divine, and the tears of victory are bright lights.... Το δάκρυ της αναμονής έχει μεγαλεία, το δάκρυ της αγαθοσύνη είναι όνειρο, το δάκρυ της θλίψης είναι πικρό, το δάκρυ της επίμονης είναι θεϊκό και το δάκρυ της νίκης είναι φως...

A poem of Hiva Panahi becomes part of the book “The Greeks: A Global History,” Basic Books, NY, 2022

 

 

It is a great honor for me that Professor Roderick Beaton, the first Koraes Professor of Modern Greek and Byzantine History, Language and Literature in the Classics Department at King's College, London, has chosen my poem “The Breath of Olive Tree» from my poetry collection "Secrets of the Snow,"& "Austerity Measures"Karen Van Dyck for his great book “The Greeks: A Global History,” which is 590 pages by BASIC BOOKS NY,2022 and Hiva's poem is in page 463- 464

Μικρές Γκρίνιες Μιας Γυναίκας, Χίβα Παναχί

 

 Ο έρωτας είναι σαν τον θάνατο αν είναι η ώρα σου θα έρθει κι θα σε βρει!

 

2010, Αθήνα 

Μικρές Γκρίνιες Μιας Γυναίκας, Χίβα Παναχί

 

Σήμερα έφτασε η τελευταία βαλίτσα μου από την ΝΥ. Την ανέβασα κι μερικά λεπτά γεμάτη συγκίνηση την κοίταζα. Λοιπόν, είχα κάποια σημαντικά βιβλία που είχα αγοράσει κατά την διάρκεια της παραμονής μου, κάτι ρούχα καλοκαιρινά μου και τετράδια γρατζουνισμένα με σκέψεις μέσα στα συνεχόμενα ταξίδια κι μετακινήσεις - μετακομίσεις, ακόμη σε καφενεία ή σε εστιατόρια που πήγαινα να φάω. Δεν θα ξεχάσω ποτέ το συναίσθημα της πεινάς της εποχής αυτής! Όλα με νοήματα, μοναξιά κι αγώνας παγκόσμιας κατάταξης άλλων ρυθμών!