Three Gifts

In Memory of Saeed

Three Gifts
by Majid Naficy
20-Feb-2009
 



One day my father called us and said:

I have three gifts for you--

A red heart, an hourglass, and...

O God, I don't remember the other one.

 

Mehdy took the heart

Opened its two halves

And strummed the strings of its chambers.

 



I took the hourglass

And along its white sands

I fell from one half to the other

Asking myself:

What can be done in three minutes?

 

And Saeed

At age ten went to Paris

For heart surgery

And at age twenty-nine

He was executed in Tehran.

 

I remember him.

He had red cheeks

And strong hands.

 

 
March, 1994

Balatarin
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We Never Learn...

by Doto Danesh (not verified) on Sat Feb 21, 2009 12:51 PM PST

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My second hunch is that the book that saeed got as gift from his dad was the same book that got khosrow interested later on in reading more books and got him invloved in all night literary criticism with his friends in a closed room full of cigarette smoke puffing...

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Monda

Dear Mr. Naficy

by Monda on Sat Feb 21, 2009 10:23 AM PST

beautiful thoughts and emotions in the right words, as usual.


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Azadeh Azad

Dear Majid

by Azadeh Azad on Sat Feb 21, 2009 10:07 AM PST

Thank you for this beautiful gift to the readers.

Azadeh


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Nazy Kaviani

Aaaahhh!

by Nazy Kaviani on Sat Feb 21, 2009 09:02 AM PST

Beautiful!

I think you all got the heart, Mr. Nafici.


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Ko? Tob

by Doto Danesh (not verified) on Sat Feb 21, 2009 07:13 AM PST

My hunch is that Saeed got a book to read for present which at the end costed his life.

Book ... a potent heroin always at reach


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Azarin Sadegh

Deeply sad...

by Azarin Sadegh on Sat Feb 21, 2009 12:42 AM PST

Dear Majid,

Such a beautiful poem! There is a hint of deep regret, even remorse in this poem, as if this sorrow would never go away.

You have managed to keep Saeed alive for eternity through this short poem which reads in much less than 3 minutes. I can see him so clearly and this is what your reader will remember; this young man with red cheeks, strong hands, a short time to live and a fragile heart. 

Love your work! Azarin 


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jamh

Pretty poem. Saeed got

by jamh on Fri Feb 20, 2009 05:30 PM PST

Pretty poem. Saeed got something too, right?

 


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