Khaled Mattawa and Fady Joudah

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October 4, 2011

Seminar 5:30 PM | Lannan Center (New North 408)
Reading 8:00 PM | Copley Formal Lounge

 

 


Adulthood

— Khaled Mattawa

There are boats out there
loading bananas, scrap yard workers
taking down tankers one inch at a time —
the sun over the Indian Ocean,
the blinding glimmer of the sea.

What if one were to walk
toward it, or on it, that call,
that wind blowing between my ribs?

There are weavers,
bolts of damask and rayon,
buttons stitched, and visions lost, grains
of sand falling from their eyes.
Kidneys sold.

Why must you bring me
the same question? A throat being slit,
my hand on the killing hand
guiding it,
the sweet warmth joining us.

Someone is still calling from beyond
the glimmer that drowns my eyes.
Not my angel, not my death,
something closer
that knows what I’ll do next.


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The Tea and Sage Poem

— Fady Joudah

At a desk made of glass,
In a glass walled-room
With red airport carpet,

An officer asked
My father for fingerprints,
And my father refused,

So another offered him tea
And he sipped it. The teacup
Template for fingerprints.

My father says, it was just
Hot water with a bag.
My father says, in his country,

Because the earth knows
The scent of history,
It gave the people sage.

I like my tea with sage
From my mother’s garden,
Next to the snapdragons

She calls fishmouths
Coming out for air. A remedy
For stomach pains she keeps

In the kitchen where
She always sings.
First, she is Hagar

Boiling water
Where tea is loosened.
Then she drops

In it a pinch of sage
And lets it sit a while.
She tells a story:

The groom arrives late
To his wedding
Wearing only one shoe.

The bride asks him
About the shoe. He tells her
He lost it while jumping

Over a house-wall,
Breaking away from soldiers.
She asks:

Tea with sage
Or tea with mint?

With sage, he says.
Sweet scent, bitter tongue.
She makes it, he drinks.


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