Calligraphies by Marilyn Hacker
Author:Marilyn Hacker
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: W. W. Norton & Company
Published: 2023-02-21T00:00:00+00:00
Calligraphies X
Like Jude the Obscure,
you wait beneath the vaulting
of a corridor
where you never belonged and
nothing here belongs to you.
How sallow your skin,
how outmoded your clothing,
how crumpled your face,
while multiethnic students
stroll past, bright-caparisoned.
**
How bright the past looks,
when that was being forty,
free, in an airport
on some Adonic journey
or in a more recent year
believing in the
revolution you kissed her,
kissed him away toâ
Kafranbelâs Friday demo
recounted to you in French.
**
The French woman who
canât go back to Damascus
shouted at her friend
the activist refugee:
The Kurds were right to keep out!
Now itâs civil war!
The two Kurdsâoneâs her husbandâ
said nothing. Around
us on the lawn, families
heard Arabic, and wondered.
**
I wonder about
my friend in Jerusalem.
Imru al-Qays is
his muse, if you will, and he
translates Palestinians.
A scholar my age,
protests what former exiles
inflict on exiles,
but why that street, that hill, in
all the diasporic world?
**
Diasporic grave,
narrow as a ploughed furrow,
elbowed in on both sides
by riverains of Montreuil
who lived and died there, while she
was housed there by chance:
political refugeeâs
right to a lodgingâ
accidental neighbourhood,
now her accidental tomb.
**
Tadmor tomb portraits,
the personâs name and âAlasâ
beside his, her face
in the little museum
in Hamra, empty today
brother and sister,
a distraught-looking lady,
a husband and wife,
Palmyra, empty today.
Khaled al-Asaâad: Alas.
**
Antigone was
a role for her, and I know
she played the part
in Arabic, as I saw
it played in Saint-Denis by
Palestinian
actors. In Damascus, she
was in a theatre.
Then they were outside, the stage
built in haste, the words her own.
**
There was a word I
didnât know in your letter,
almost a friendâs name,
one character different. I
looked it up, and it means death.
The rebel who tied
her wild hair back to speak at
Fadwaâs funeral
is gone, forty-nine, no one
quite knows how, why. Some love kills.
**
Some lovely useless
ubiquitous foreign word,
bougainvillea
blooming well into July,
framing blue vistas of sea.
An orange cat walks
by. There are hundreds, not strays
but the descendants
of civil war survivors
abandoned in this barzakh.
**
Stacked in abandon
of any order but what
might catch the eye, books
you now imagine reading,
al-Jahiz and al-Maâarri
and here, this woman
an essay revealed to you,
dead too soon, poems
a dictionary lights up
as you probe among the roots.
**
If Abiah Root
had kept writing letters to
her friend Emily
after she moved to Beirut,
and if Emily wrote back . . .
Amherst to Beirutâ
birds of imagination
circle the Corniche,
invisible ink quatrains:
where, with them, would harbour be?
Download
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.
Ancient, Classical & Medieval | Anthologies |
British & Irish | Japanese & Haiku |
Love Poems | Regional & Cultural |
Themes & Styles | United States |
Women Authors |
The Universe of Us by Lang Leav(14382)
The Sun and Her Flowers by Rupi Kaur(13726)
Adultolescence by Gabbie Hanna(8154)
Whiskey Words & a Shovel II by r.h. Sin(7484)
Love Her Wild by Atticus(7238)
Smoke & Mirrors by Michael Faudet(5520)
Wiseguy by Nicholas Pileggi(4601)
The Princess Saves Herself in This One by Amanda Lovelace(4514)
Love & Misadventure by Lang Leav(4362)
Milk and Honey by Rupi Kaur(4233)
Memories by Lang Leav(4179)
Good morning to Goodnight by Eleni Kaur(3809)
Bluets by Maggie Nelson(3724)
Too Much and Not the Mood by Durga Chew-Bose(3701)
Algedonic by r.h. Sin(3508)
Pillow Thoughts by Courtney Peppernell(3414)
The Poetry of Pablo Neruda by Pablo Neruda(3372)
HER II by Pierre Alex Jeanty(3176)
Stuff I've Been Feeling Lately by Alicia Cook(3057)