I was in second grade when I decided that I wanted to be a poet. My first poem was accompanied with a painting of flowers and I decided that I’d also like to write about flowers. I ended up writing a poem about a poodle, which was my first published poem (thanks to my fifth grade literary journal). Publishing took many years for me even as a child!
Here, I am now and in awe that this decision, made in elementary school has taken my words so far around the world. My words were found and translated into Arabic and Italian. The Arabic translation is most recent, a generous gesture by the wonderful Nizar Sartawi from Amman, Jordan:
Then, the same week, I discovered that this same poem for Kabul was also translated into Italian in 2012 by Maria G. Di Rienzo:
I think it is time to write more poems about mythic cities…