نیویورک – شعری از مجید نفیسی

New York

Majid Naficy

Today

New York bent down

And wept

In the Atlantic waters.

She sustained a large wound

To her spine.

Then she remembered

The old wounds of her children

From the Netherlands and Ireland

From black Africa

From Poland and the Ukraine

And the oases  of the Holy Land.

No! She must rise again

And let the sun

Shine on her face

And her children

Hold hands

And come back to dance

Around her whirling skirt.

September 11, 2001