the present is of no value to him. That is why he has always missed the days of power and recalling
those days:
This broken unruly lyre /tame to the hands of the old ashen-faced bard, / sometimes it seems
to be dreaming./ it sees itself at the sun’s luminous court/ a wondrous sight, joyous and
witness to Zarathustra/or as a peri, striding raptly/over chaste, moonlit meadow. false
lights / caravan of dead flames in swap/ sees on the holy forehead of alter/ remembrances
of glory and chastity / singing joyfully /The sad story of homesickness (Akhavan, 2000,
79).
In a more intense and lamentable tone, he portrays the powerful past and calls himself the
conqueror of proud castles of history: “We are the conquerors of history’s proud castles/ witness
to each century’s splendid cities. We are memorial to the sad chastity of the ages/ we are the tellers
of joyful, sweet tales/ tales of clear sky/ light and water…” (Akhavan, 2000, 83). Akhavan’s
tendency towards ancient myths and culture is largely indebted to his philosophical vision.
Dissatisfied with the current situation, the solution is return to the past.
The emotional foundation of Akhavan poetry is his homesickness for this Iran. In this ideal
Iran, everything is good, pure and beautiful, but have elements of the current world, which,
have contaminated this goodness, purity and ideal beauty with vulgarity, lies and ugliness.
That is, Akhavan's worldview always has two inseparable parts. First, A praise of goodness,
truth and purity, the ideal form of which is the ancient Iran. Second, the condemnations of
ugliness, vulgarity and lies, which are mentioned in some of his poems (Kakhi, 2003, 474).
And this spirit of narration is evident in most of his poems:
I’m a teller, teller, yes / I will repeat, as I have said, Bari / The tellers of forgotten legends
/ The owl of these cursed ruins of history / The rooftop of this ruined city /the dove of lost
castles / with which magic prudence/ with which deceit and guile/ O friends, tell me the
truth / the image in the broken mirror looks unbroken?/yes, yes, I am telling the same
legend and seeks hearing from the desperate gloomy heart soaked with anger and awareness
(Akhavan, 2000, 76).
And so, this poet with his sensitive emotional conscience, fortifies himself against the
historical reality, and in the painful field of oppression with the weapon of his mythical heroes,
overcomes this destiny. However, this passage is nothing but a painful satire from the
metamorphosis of those who are not honorable (Rashidian, 1991). By reading these poems, we
observe that it is the poet’s frustration and despair which lead him to seek the antiquity, the
frustration and despair which have overwhelmed him because of the condition of the society.
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