Archive for the ‘Poems’ Category

You May Hold My Falcon

Saturday, September 17th, 2011

Visit

Welcome to Abu Dhabi,
the Minister of Culture said.
You may hold my falcon as we visit.
He slipped a leather band around my arm
and urged the bird to step on board.
It wore a shapely leather hood.
Or otherwise, the host described,
the bird might pluck out your very eyes.
My very eyes were blinking hard
behind the glasses that they wore.
The falcon’s claws, so hooked and huge,
gripped firmly on the leather band.
I had to hold my arm out high.
My hand went numb. The heavens shone
a giant gold beyond our room.
I had no memory why I’d come
to see this man.
A falcon dives, and rips, and kills!
I think he likes you though.
It was the most I could have hoped for then.
We mentioned art.
We drank some tea.
He offered to remove the hood.
I said the bird looked very good just wearing it.
All right by me.

Naomi Shibab Nye
19 Varieties of Gazelle
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A friend sent me Nye’s wonderful collection. After just a few days, I recommend it to you…

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A Poem from Egypt

Friday, February 18th, 2011

from The Utopia of Cemeteries

Unpainted walls,
stone filled ground
fragile bones not even able to stand
and my bones are stuck in the middle
I am thinking of a small demonstration
to protest against the angels
who deprived us of the necessary calcium
God is above the ditch extending His shadow over us
and letting us sleep late
A drop of light falls from His hands
A darkened body enters
The drop dries
and we get to know our new colleague
with an open heart.
He gives us cigarettes with extra generosity
We like his voice when he mutters:
“What the hell is happening here?”

Ahmad Yamani, Egypt

from Beruit 39: New Writing from the Arab World, edited by Samuel Shimon, Bloomsbury Press, 2010

I’ve been pouring over anthologies of Arab literature and hope to have some reviews coming up. Meanwhile, I liked this poem from Egypt, or perhaps Spain, where the writer, Ahmad Yamani, born in 1970, is now studying.

Middle East Literarary Landscapes

Wednesday, December 29th, 2010

I gave, and received, this year a notable reminder that the cultures of the Middle-East — Iranian, Arabic, Turkish– have more to offer than the headlines would suggest. Tablet and Pen is a large anthology of modern literary work in translation, edited by Reza Aslan, of Iranian extraction and now a professor at UC Riverside. Though I usually prefer smaller, more specific volumes, with translators I’ve had some experience with this volume is a good reason to break my rule. The literature of these languages is so unknown to most of us, and the cultures so varied and rich, we need a boost to get started.

The other thing I appreciate about Aslan’s volume is that it includes both fiction and poetry. Poetry is a rarified language for many readers, and passed over because of that. The short tales, like Refik Halit Karay’s  ”The Gray Donkey” [Turkish], Ghassan Kanafani’s the “Letter from Gaza” [Palestinian]  and the excerpt from Naguib Mahfouz’s  ”The Seventh Heaven,” [his last book] will all welcome non poetry readers.   Other well known writers such as Tawfiq al-Hakim,  Orhan Pamuk and Yusif Idris also have short pieces in the volume.

As for poetry lovers, there is plenty, from Nazim Hikmet to Mahmoud Darwish to Hamid Reza Rahimi and many in between.

Inclination
by Hamid Reza

One's throat must be like a garden
And one's eyes like windows
     through which love passes;
And one's stature
Must be like a tree
     that rises out of rocks;
And poetry much be like a singing bird,
Perching on the highest branch of a tree,
Breaking the heavy silence of the world.

I’m Dying, God
by Cemal Sureya
I’m dying, God.
This has happened, too.

Every death is an early death,
I know.
What’s more, this life you are taking
Isn’t bad…
No more said.

Breathing

Monday, November 8th, 2010

Breathing out ourselves
breathing in so many others
slowly, as we age, we change

the pure light of her laughter
changed me, like a river
carving through dark granite
bedrock of the heart

from the canyon floor
stars exploded into view
constellations shifted

what might have been
if not for laughter? Her?
Imagination stops
the dark reminder.

Will Kirkland
November 2010

I Had A Brother Once

Saturday, November 6th, 2010

I had a brother once
who tried in deep woods
not to walk on water.

He failed and proved
that love just makes
the heart go breaker.

Unsteady over spring sluiced river
in his new brown boots, tied tight,
then their knuckles failed to hold.

Mother never did get over it.
35 years later, as she died
she said his name, as she daily did.

A neighbor standing by
said he’s coming now! She
cleared a dying eye and said

Oh, Shut up! That was all. She died
and went to join him in the dirt.
I breathe them both through all these years.

Will Kirkland
Nov 2010

Liu Xiaobao Wins Nobel Peace Prize

Saturday, October 9th, 2010

A Small Rat in Prison

for Little Xia

a small rat passes through the iron bars
paces back and forth on the window ledge
the peeling walls are watching him
the blood-filled mosquitoes are watching him
he even draws the moon from the sky, silver
shadow casts down
beauty, as if in flight

a very gentryman the rat tonight
doesn’t eat nor drink nor grind his teeth
as he stares with his sly bright eyes
strolling in the moonlight

5. 26. 1999

PEN more poems…

Liu Xiaobo as been declared winner of the Nobel Peace prize which immediately set off a war of words with China which has kept him in prison with small breaks for many years. His last crime was writing seven sentences the regime proclaimed to be criminal. Read the seven sentences here.

Reuters has a factbox of reactions from around the world.

www.shanghiist.com, an interesting set of young China watchers, has some acerbic comments.

Nobel Peace Prize, here.

Recommended readings, here.

Dunya Mikhail – Iraqi Poet in Exile

Saturday, October 9th, 2010

Dunya Mikhail is a remarkable Iraqi poet now working her craft in Michigan. Her poem “War Works Hard” is just stunning.

The War Works Hard
by Dunya Mikhail
translated by Elizabeth Winslow

How magnificent the war is!
How eager
and efficient!
Early in the morning
it wakes up the sirens
and dispatches ambulances
to various places
swings corpses through the air
rolls stretchers to the wounded
summons rain
from the eyes of mothers … read all

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You can find out more about her at her website http://www.dunyamikhail.com/