The first time I saw tacitum vivit sub pectore vulnus was in a poem by Ehsan Tabari, written in 1981, titled in Persian: و‭ ‬من—فرزند‭ ‬‮«‬گرگ‭ ‬و‭ ‬ميش‮»‬‭ !‬ذ  [English: And I­—the child of “twilight”!]

In Persian, گرگ‭ ‬و‭ ‬ميش‭ (‬romanized: gorg-o-meesh, English: twilight) as one word means: “twilight”,  but as two words [literally] means: “wolf and sheep” (the reason is that in that light, one cannot distinguish a wolf from a sheep and vice versa). Therefore, in the poem ‘I–the child of “twilight”!’, the aging poet—in the aftermath of a revolution—, by calling himself ‘the child of gorg -o-meesh’, indirectly describes himself as a child of two things of high contrast that can’t go together. While in the sense of “twilight”, the poet refers to himself as belonging to a state of “in between”; on one hand, hoping to see traces of light, and on the other hand finding himself in the heart of darkness and despair.

tacitum vivit sub pectore vulnus is a quote of a quote of a man’s wound that in the midst of celebration of ‘the Noble man’, sits silently on the walls of Tysta Marigången of Stockholm.

The first time I saw tacitum vivit sub pectore vulnus was in a poem by Ehsan Tabari, written in 1981, titled in Persian: و‭ ‬من—فرزند‭ ‬‮«‬گرگ‭ ‬و‭ ‬ميش‮»‬‭ !‬ذ  [English: And I­—the child of “twilight”!]

In Persian, گرگ‭ ‬و‭ ‬ميش‭ (‬romanized: gorg-o-meesh, English: twilight) as one word means: “twilight”,  but as two words [literally] means: “wolf and sheep” (the reason is that in that light, one cannot distinguish a wolf from a sheep and vice versa). Therefore, in the poem ‘I–the child of “twilight”!’, the aging poet—in the aftermath of a revolution—, by calling himself ‘the child of gorg -o-meesh’, indirectly describes himself as a child of two things of high contrast that can’t go together. While in the sense of “twilight”, the poet refers to himself as belonging to a state of “in between”; on one hand, hoping to see traces of light, and on the other hand finding himself in the heart of darkness and despair.

tacitum vivit sub pectore vulnus is a quote of a quote of a man’s wound that in the midst of celebration of ‘the Noble man’, sits silently on the walls of Tysta Marigången of Stockholm.