چکیده:
One of the main dimensions of Persian literature is its lyrical dimension, in which poets speak of their inner emotions and feelings; this type of literature revolves more than anything around the axis of love and passion, and in it, poets adorn their inner words addressed to the beloved in the garb of poetry. In this regard, the perspective of each poet towards the beloved has differences and similarities with other poets. Qaysar Aminpour is among the poets who have a special view towards the beloved; the beloved in his poetry has a pure and chaste nature, with which the poet has a pure and chaste love. In his early works, the beloved is more of a heavenly and eternal beloved, but after passing through this period, the poet approaches his own individuality, and an earthly beloved with heavenly elements and animism appears in his poems. In this article, we will analyze the nature of the beloved and its evolution in the poems of Qaysar Aminpour, and in it, we will depict the face of the beloved in his poetry based on his works.
خلاصه ماشینی:
(Ibid: 416) And that humans in this world are like strangers who must one day unite with the eternal beloved: In the heart, the thirst for divine love is our truth The madness of our union and our separation is our truth Even though we are all strangers in this world Our familiarity with the essence of estrangement is our truth (Ibid: 436) And references to the covenant of Alast and humans saying "Bala" (Yes) in response to love for the eternal beloved: We are the myth of flying without wings A moth without scales and without a guide Saying "No" to gods and saying "Yes" to God We are those who are alone in the volume of time (Ibid: 448) Qaisar's second volume is "Morning Breath," which includes the poet's poems from the late 1970s and early 1980s; in this volume, we encounter fewer romantic descriptions.
The beloved in this poem is a composite of earthly love with anima-celestial elements, and at the same time, it is a complete depiction of love for a spouse in Qaisar's poetry: When you / in the form of a goddess of inspiration / calm and silent / like a fairy floating in the wind / or like a shadow walking behind me / you gather the notebook, pen, and book / that are scattered on the floor of the room / from our small carpet / without casting any sound / upon my moment of composing / peace your presence scatters the fragrance of imagination / like a shimmering light into my solitude.
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