Forough Farrokhzad - HOW CAN ONE HOLLER "HALT" ?

On the doorstep
Of a cold spell in the circle
Of those who mourn mirrors
And the most grieving gathering
Of occurrences drained of colour
In this soirée rendered successful
By the serene science of silence
How can one holler “halt!”
At one so compassionate
So thoughtful and dignified
So dejected and so ethereal?
How can one say to him
That he no longer lives?
That he never ever
Was alive?

Forugh Farrokhzad
Translated by Tatul Sonentz
from the French translation of Sylvie M. Miller